He’s in his late twenties, is single, and doesn’t know anyone in Chicago. Prime pickings, if you ask me.”“If I ask you to set this up, what’... the price?”“Don’t tempt me!” I chuckled. “But as always, it’s a favor for a friend. Someday, and that day may never come, I’ll ask you for one.”“So now it’s ‘Don Stephen’? If so, I think I’d rather go to bed with you than owe you a favor!”“You’ve wanted to go to bed with me since that first dinner where we met! You simply chose not to because I’m. I found the button at the back of the waist of the skirt and the zip below and hurriedly undid them, my nerves causing me to fumble as I did so. At last they were undone and with a gentle tug her skirt slid over her hips towards the floor, followed by her slip. Oh holy of holies, what a magnificent sight there was before me - black stockings, white suspender belt and French knickers. This was like Christmas and birthday all rolled into one.I planted a kiss on her belly and then stood and gave. “Man I’d love to get behind that fantastic ass of her’s and give it to her up the back door,” Larry fantasized, with relish, “Damn I bet she’s got one tight ass hole.” “Shit I’d love to lay my prick between those giant jugs of hers, grab two handfuls of tit meat and get me a breast fuck and blow my cum all over her face,” Jerry stated with wicked, youthful enthusiasm.His cock so swollen that it ached, Larry said, “Man do you think there’s anyway we could get some of that.”“I don’t know, but. I directed all my mental focus to gain access into my own mind,reciting the number once again. Soon, a strange gravity pulled me out,like being fished from deep underwater."Holy fucking shit!"Those were the words I said the first moment I regained myself back.------------------------------------------------------Author's note:Same as before, I wrote this piece in one shot, along with a bit ofproofreading.The writing method I applied was still the same which is: to followwhere the characters.