.. I knew that to drink the contents I'd have to hold my breath. I had one ace up my sleeve. I knew from being taught how by boys I'd dated in high sc...ool that I could shotgun a beer in two seconds flat by relaxing my throat and letting it pour past without swallowing. I'd just do the same and shotgun the cum. Which I did to the cheers of the men watching. I tried not to think about what I was pouring down my throat, Just get it down, I thought. Hopefully it would stay down. I had no. 'Fine then be a dick, just lately I've noticed you being really nosy always watching me when I get dressed always peeping in on me when I'm in the shower, my thongs always smell of cum and you are forever getting erections and then ignoring me so if you won't tell me then maybe you'll tell mum!'.'Fine, fine! 'he said, 'the reason why I have been ignoring you lately is because I keep getting horny when I'm around you'. 'Really?' I said sitting next to him, 'Yeah, I watch you getting undressed. But the guy turns out to be a preacher!Now, Neil can't exactly take aim on the next... wait a second! Neil's got a brainstorm! As they come up on the next black guy, he'll pretend to doze off just long enough to drill him!Sure enough, as they bear down on the next victim, Neil suddenly slumps over toward the preacher, hears a loud bang, one phrase, "uuuuhhhh", an expulsion of breath, and he bolts upright, pretending to be jostled from his snooze."Aw, shoot, did a 'git' that guy, reverend?" Neil. Ethan pulled back quickly. ‘I’m so sorry, Reverend,’ she purred and lifted her head to make eye contact. ‘This is a job for a woman.’ Tracey filled both teacups. Ethan nervously cleared his throat once more. ‘You see, my wife is in Indiana with our daughter. Normally she would do this. I’m afraid I’m not very good at….’ ‘It’s not a job for a man,’ she assured him. They took a sip from their cups. ‘You have more important things to do—haven’t you?’ Ethan paused, he didn’t answer the question..