Strange cat, she thought as she watched her host wandering among his guests, chatting and hugging and kissing, dressed in a floor-length toga of crush...d purple velvet. She quickly forgot about Sid as Tim grabbed her and led her in a complicated dancing maneuver across the floor, laughing and jostling other couples. After another ten minutes or so, the band came to a halt and Sid Bailey mounted the stage and raised his arms majestically for his guests' attention."Ladies and gentlemen," he. At least from what I've seen." Yeah, but" But what? Come on Patricia, what are you waiting for? Take a chance!"Laughing she said, "Well, look at you!?! Take a chance! Wow. Is this your professional advice?" Nope, personal advice. Think of him as a bucket list item for you." WHAT!" Yeah. Or, maybe, you should go out with him, you know, as a thank you for helping me out." Wait, you're kidding right!?!" No. I think it would be a good thing, you know." Well, he is the guy who is getting the things. "Jessica, that's hurting. It needs lube". "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean it has to be slick. When I jack off, I usually use my own spit so that it doesn't get chafed." "Oh." she said. "Well, I can fix that". She moved her head over my cock and started to let spit drop from her mouth onto the tip of my head. "Is that enough?" she asked. "Make sure to get it all over. It has to be real slick, sis." I told her. She got enough spit from her mouth to coat my entire dick."It's so big" she. ” I’d spilled everything. It was all conjecture, but I knew that Jordan had heard it all.“Simon always said you were the best,” Brenda said. “I never particularly believed him. I always thought Simon was the best. But he turned out to be such a disappointment. He could never make the really hard calls. He had a juvenile sense of ethics. He even felt guilty about sleeping with me when you and I were married. And here you are, with such a fabulous theory and no proof. And there is none on those.