Towards the end, he kept his mouth around my cock as I 'fucked' it, just as if his mouth was a woman's pussy (something I hadn't experienced in decade...)!"Oh, JACK!" I said, as I felt the orgasm building up. "I've MISSED this SO MUCH!!" And at that same moment, I shoved my cock towards the back of his throat, and I began shooting my LONG, LONG pent-up load of cum; and it seemed as if there was never going to be an end to it; and it just kept spurting out, over and over and over again!I could. She was thinking and that was a step in the right direction. I wondered if she had ever been friends with anyone outside the popular clique before. All in all, it was a nice lunch.With Betty Lou unavailable, Bobby talked me into going to the game and afterward, he turned to me and said, "It's still early, John. Let's hit the dance. Maybe we'll get lucky."I looked at my watch. It wasn't quite ten, so I shrugged and followed Bobby to the gym. I figured I could stay at the dance for about an hour. ’ ‘Maybe we did. You were flirting?’ ‘Trying to. Got interrupted.’ ‘So why not invite me yourself.’ ‘I…tried.’ ‘You mean you hovered outside my restaurant like I used to around my obsessions.’ ‘We’re two of a kind, Joe.’ ‘I hope so,’ I said and got a kiss for that. Food arriving slowed down conversation. We dug in and enjoyed. I managed to ask between bites, ‘So you had me at the party.’ ‘Monica,’ she only said. ‘Did she know?’ Jill shook her head. ‘Ruled by my little head again,’ I sighed.. I muttered an apology as I stained Connie’s left leg.“He’s not breathing!” Laurie announced. I heard the chest compressions.“Pat!”“Shut up!” She scowled, and slapped her hands as she rapidly crawled across the floor and shouldered a pale leg away as she snagged me around the chest. I grabbed her head, ran my hand over her. No sticky warmth of blood. I guess that was just me. The ringing was subsiding.“Hug the bitch.” Hannah demanded of me and I reached down and squeezed Pat.“Good.” Pat.