She was too drunk to drive home. I had to call a taxi. Her ride home was on my dime.Where else does a woman get falling down drunk on the first date? ..... only in North Dallas. Whatever...Then the dating service sent me Maurine. She was a cute blonde with a Southern accent. She was a secretary in a law firm. She was five-two and had very nice breasts. My guess was 36D. She had beautiful hazel eyes, and light brown hair. She had some girth.We had two coffee shop dates. She talked a lot."I'm very. He stared again at the foreign face in the sink mirror. How long was hegoing to have this face, how many mornings would he wake up and see itreflected in mirrors? How long before he could drink a cup of coffeeagain?Being in a toilet and the smell of coffee suddenly caused his alienplumbing to raise an alert flag again. He sighed, slid his pants andbriefs down to ankle level and after lowering the seat to its non-masculine setting he assumed the position on the toilet. It was lessexciting than. No matter how much I tried to look away, I couldn't take my eyes of the growing cock. He continued this until all eight inches, three more than my cock, were fully erect."For a guy who isn't a faggot, you sure are drooling over my meat," he assessed accurately.I stammered, hypnotized by his stiff rod, "I-I-I have never done anything like this before." Hmmmm...a straight faggot. I love it." He chuckled again.I continued to stare at his erection, my own cock now erect too, as I winced at being. This brought a smile to both of their faces.Bob, because of running with Bret, changed from the five mile to the twelve-point-five mile run. Bob's event was the second day. Starting out at a reasonable pace Bob was in seventh place at the ten mile mark, with plenty of energy left. At that point, he upped his pace to his steeplechase pace. Now the steeplechase is a sprint, compared to the twelve-point-five mile run. When Bob increased his pace it was unfair. He began to catch and pass runners,.