Her puppy dog eyes were too much though. Such sad looking things, how could I possibly say no to that? ‘Fine I will stay. Let me call in sick. Where...is my phone?’ I thought for a moment before I realized that it was probably still in that alleyway. Man this sucks that thing was expensive too. A whole two weeks pay down the drain. Well maybe I could find it a little later. I grumbled, grabbing the house phone. What was that number again? Slowly I scrolled through the call log and there it was.. I also have this thing about traditional utensils. Plastic spoons just don't cut, it yet unfortunately, wooden spoons are getting harder to come by. Sure enough, hanging there on the hooks were two types of "wooden spoons"; one set was obviously plastic and was labeled "Poly Spoons", the other looked almost identical and claimed to be wooden spoons but still felt and looked like plastic."If these are wooden, they must have come from a plastic tree" I said in disgust. "Now THIS is a wooden. Restaurant mein jitne bhi ladke the, woh sab mujhe ghoor rahe the. Meri moti gaand aur bade-bade stann dekh kar sab ladko ke muh mein paani aa raha tha. Amit to pehle se hi meri gaand ko ghoor raha tha.Fir Amit ne khaana order kiya aur hum dono khaana aane ki wait karne lage. Amit mere saamne wali chair pe baitha tha. Lekin usse control nahi hua aur woh mere paas aake baitha gaya. Jab tak hum khaane ki wait kar rahe the, usne meri jaangho pe haath ferna shuru kar diya.Fir woh apna haath meri. Harl moaned and rolled his head back, Sam was making him high. But Sam didn't stop there, he moved his head down on Harl's cock until it hit the back of his throat. Harl begged, "Play with my balls, I love it." Sam put one hand on Harl's ball sack as the other stroked the shaft. They kept at it for about ten minutes, and it was hard to tell who was enjoying it more. Harl felt the urge to do Sam. He hadn't ever sucked someone else's cock, but this was making him hot for a dick. He told.