Why don't we get a nice juicy, throbbing, middle-aged cock in your face and see if you enjoy it?"I was feeling a little tipsy. My mind was racing. Thi... all sounded so mad, but I couldn't help but admit I was very intrigued."Come on, Kay," she said again, "give it a go."Almost without intending to, I found myself saying, "Yes, okay then." Great," she chirped, "let's finish our drinks and go back to my flat."On the short walk back to her flat, I was trembling with nerves. She seemed really glad. " Why was this conversation so hard? "I...I'm glad you called." Really!" The eagerness in his voice set off warning bells. Was hethinking what I thought he was thinking. I decided to throw up a roadblock just in case."Uh...Yeah, I really am," I said. "I was afraid I'd lost you as afriend." Friend..." The word flopped out of his mouth in a lump. "I washoping--" I mean we can do stuff," I added cutting off where I knew he washeaded. "It's just we don't know each other very well and--" Then we. While that was going on the doorbell rang. Our Moms and Dads were back again just in time for Sunday morning breakfast. The Moms asked if they could help. They started another frying pan of potatoes. The stove was now full; no more empty burners.Wendy's phone rang; her Dad was in the neighborhood and wanted to know if he could stop in. "Sure," I replied.I asked Mom if she would check the coffee and do another pot. "There are about two cups left." She said."Just pour it into one of those big. I just... I... I had a nightmare, nothingmore. Please, do not be alarmed on my account. A nightmare, that's all itwas." Are you sure, Your Highness?" the lady-in-waiting asked, wearing anexpression of intense worry. "We were rather scared---" No, honestly. There is nothing wrong with me." If Your Highness says so," she complied, "but I do hope and pray thatyou get your good night's sleep. Tomorrow is an important day, with thephotographer coming to visit, as I am sure Your Highness remembers.".