One that was tight around his fat cock. One that tasted nicer than mine. A girl whose tits were firm and pert but more importantly one who would suck ...is cock better than me and milk his prick with a tight young cunt. That time it took minutes to have me close to cumming and not only that but he was rock hard… but he wouldn’t let me touch it. He walked off leaving me laying there. I knew I was meant to go to sleep while he went downstairs, but it was so hard to drift off. I was almost humping. I’m not here on a specific client engagement. Let’s say I’m prospecting”.“Prospecting? You mean like the men looking for gold in California long ago?” she asked.“Well, that’s one meaning of prospecting. But I’m not here looking for gold”. I lowered my voice a bit and leaned towards her over the barstool that separated us and continued, “Another meaning of prospecting is looking for opportunities. I’m here looking for opportunities”.She lowered her voice a bit as well. “What kinds of. "The next morning we gathered in the living room. We'd moved the mattresses downstairs. The floors shone with their new finish, the sun beat through the windows — we opened the inner doors and an outer window for fresh air.Sigrid wore a white Mexican wedding dress made of alternating bands of starched white cotton and wide lace through which her skin glowed. Tom wore a boring old blue suit, but no one had been able to talk him out of it. Actually, he looked great.The minister stood to the side. ” “What’dya reckon babe?” Jake asked his girlfriend. “I’m keen if you are,” Ashley answered. “YAY!” squealed Rhiannon bouncing up and down again. Those tits, thought Ashley and Jake. It was 8pm and the new roomies were sitting on the lounge, drinks in hand, listening to music. Ashley kept catching Jake checking out and flirting with Rhiannon, thinking in his drunken state that his girlfriend wouldn’t notice. By 12am, the three of them were pretty drunk, and all decided hit the sack. Saying.