He gave me a slight smile and I smiled a quick smile in return. He was about my height and build. I was hoping his cock wasn’t as large as mine. I ...idn’t want to be gagging and ruining the night for Susan. She led him to the bed and began to unbutton his shirt. She slid his shirt over his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Like a pro, she removed his pants and slid them and his boxers to the floor in one motion. 'She’s really anxious to get on with this,' I thought. His cock was. " she lookskind of freaked out by her voice "wait what is up with my..." shestammers again shocked at her voice. The doctor grins as more thundercrashes in the background.Chapter 1"...And in today's sport headlines the.." the TV becomes a black screenwhich as turned off by Michael a 26 year old stoner wakes up on the couchwith a bong, accessories and a bottle of Wild turkey, he groans as herolls off the couch onto the floor. He stands up and brushes himself off,he gets out of his clothes and. Thanking me was just one of her reasons for dropping by, the least important reason. The previous night I'd been her listening post. She'd vented, told me about her sick parents and what they'd done to her. Telling all hadn't been a catharsis for her, but telling me about the abuse had been a breakthrough. I'd listened, asked non-threatening questions, accepted what she had to say and believed her, and when I left her, she was at more peace with herself than she'd been since the suppressed. I was delegated to mark out the pitch with white lines.The big day arrived it was a Saturday afternoon. The six Madams stood in a row on the near touchline all wearing their full length flimsy red gowns. I thought that was a little strange because it was their day off. The game began. The teams seemed to be evenly matched but it soon became a very bruising affair. Just before half time, we had a player sent off for punching an opponent then early in the second half they had two sent off for.