Klockan var halv tio och jag kände mig kåt som fan.Klockan elva knackade det på dörren in till mitt rum. Det var Louise som sa att hon skulle gå ...ch lägga sig. Jag märkte att hon hade blivit lite onykter av vinet och jag sade god natt.Jag satt kvar och surfade lite. Jag glömde bort tiden och när jag tittade på klockan var den halv ett. Jag hade varit inne på lute sexsidor och inanför mina kalsonger trängdes ett jättestånd. Jag tog av mig kalsongerna och lade mig på sängen. Med slutna ögon. As I knelt there staring at the huge black cock head, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the shaft just below the swollen head. My god it felt good in my hand. I began moving my hand slowly up and down and it wasn't long before a drop of pearly white liquid oosed out of the hole in the huge head. I sat looking at it wondering what it might taste like. Back in collage I'd heard some of the girls talking about having sucked off their boyfriends and wondered if they liked the taste, I had. Jessie was just so keen to help her friend in any way she could and getting some money over to Carrie in Germany was going to be a priority very, very soon as the Pearson’s own personal reserves were quickly drying up. At this stage Jessie had absolutely no way of knowing that within just a few days she would be jetting off to Germany herself to see Carrie in person. Right now, however, all Jessie knew was that she was in the Redsands Festival Hall, in Georgia, in the United States of America. I saw tears form in her eyes as she walked with me into the great room. We sat on the sofa.“Becky, why are you crying?”“Because you’re breaking up with me. I can tell.”“I’m doing no such thing. But I do have to talk to you.”She sniffed, “OK.”“You remember Michelle?”She nodded.“I saw her over Spring Break.”“That’s why you couldn’t see me on Sunday?”“Yes.”“You slept with her,” she said evenly.“Yes. On Saturday. But you knew that might happen. I talked to you about it before you and I made love.