I don't turn around as I hear his boots pad up behind me as he steps in close, as if he were my lover -- or my master. I fight the instinct to step aw...y, to cower away from him."They are beautiful aren't they?"I just nod.He steps in right behind me, his hand laid possessively on my hip. I can feel the roughness of his skin through my diaphamous dress. His breath is hot on my cheek as he speaks, one arm upraised:"Someday we will be able to look up at the sky, and know that those glittering. As I took his cock into my mouth I started to see how far down I could go. I got about 6 inches down and couldn’t go any further because of the girth of this cock. The stranger put his hands on the back of my head and began fucking his cock into my mouth. He didn’t start slow and work his way up to speed he started at full blast and continued. While my mouth and throat were getting a thorough fucking I thought I had seen some camera flashes but ignored it. He finally started to tense up. Both had been good students who went on to different universities but their friendship always remained solid. Alex had been there for Maria to share her happiness when she found love and there for to comfort her when it had come to a bitter end. She too had done the same. Maria had become like a sister to him. They never let anything get in the way of their friendship.Now aged 27, Maria had qualified to become a teacher, whereas Alex had gone straight into business. They both loved their jobs. Penny and I passed on going to the Biletnikoff Dinner in early February. Penny didn't feel up to it yet and I didn't want to go stag. We decided to attend the Maxwell Dinner on March 1st. It was Penny's first night out since David was born. We enjoyed the meal and the company. We ended up sitting with John and Paige Elway. They were delightful dinner companions. We enjoyed it for another reason – the Maxwell Award Honoree, one Winfield Ellsworth "Chip" Brinton.Monday, March 3, 2014, 11:30 AMI.