"Make it a double." O.K.," I responded, leading her toward the kitchen. "Will Crown Royal be satisfactory?" I'll take anything," she replied, flashing...me a very pretty smile. "You don't have to get fancy for me." Might as well drink the good stuff," I retorted. "After all, we don't have a wedding around here every day."She laughed at my observation. I mixed our drinks, making myself a rum and Coke, and prepared hers, making it closer to a triple than the requested double. I gave her the glass,. Let me explain.Jonathan and I went on our first real "date" on a weeknight. We had somedrinks and appetizers at a small, upscale Boston bar. I had my majorflirt on and he could not have been more charming. We had a blast and heasked me a lot of questions about tgirls - the hows and the whys and allof that. I didn't know it at the time, but he had dated a couple of T'sin the past and his ignorance on the subject was staged. At the timethough, I was smitten. I saw him again that Friday; the. I moaned in pleasure as string after string of my hot cum filled Brent’s ass.I backed away from him and fell on my back, my breath was heavier than ever, my heart was racing, and my body was hot. I looked over at Brent, he was still sprawled on the floor as cum ran down his ass, and tears flowed out of his eyes slowly.Once again, the sound of the speaker turning on echoed through the room.“Very well done, you truly surprised me Eric, thanks to you, I’m sure both of you will live”As soon as the. "No."Bob poured himself a small glass of Jack Daniel's, "This'll have to do, I guess." Hazel, who is this guy?" Sharon asked."It's..." Hazel paused, as it occurred to her she didn't know, in any important way, who this guy was, "he's Bob. He lives in the building next door." And you ladies are very lucky to know Hazel," Bob tipped his glass as if making a toast, then took a small sip. "But you didn't tell them the relevant part. What do I do for a living, Hazel? Do you remember?"She wracked her.