I really did owe her -- big-time!"B.J. would have brought you out of it," Patti said modestly. "You'd have been all right." Maybe," I said. "But it wa...n't B.J., this time. You're the one who brought me out of it. And I appreciate it!" I did, too. I may be as capable of spouting bullshit as the next guy, but in this instance, I was speaking God's own truth.Patti could tell I meant it, and she beamed. I got that full-frontal smile again, and felt my knees starting to go. I knew it was time to get. As a guy he was never one to fuss about his looks. He always said he combedhis hair once a day whether it needed it or not. He never worried aboutcosmetics. All he ever put on his face was shaving cream---except for the fewfurtive times in hotel rooms when he tried to apply make up, and usuallyended up looking like Mimi from the Drew Carey Show.He had gotten a little better as of late. The girls in the local club werewonderful. Especially one named Jane. She had introduced Jack to the localMary. "That's right, get it wet. Suck it. You're going to be seeing a lot of this cock. Play with yourself as you suck me," she chanted."And what is it I'm going to do with this thing?" she teased as she held it, pulling it from my mouth and wiping the saliva coated dong across my lips and face."You're going to fuck me. You're going to fuck my pussy. Like no one has ever done before. You're going to teach me to be a lesbian, so I can fuck other women, like you're doing me. I want to! I want you to. The only sounds he heard was that of his own footsteps echoing off the ceramic walls and the tinkling splash of a waterfall in that emptied into the pool. She stopped in front of a low marble bench and, turning to face him, removed her jacket. The blouse she wore beneath it was so sheer that even in the dim light he could clearly see the soft curve of her breasts and the dark jutting peaks of her nipples. Her fingers moved with hypnotic slowness as she undid the row of pearl buttons and let the.