"I put my cock back in my pants and said, "If you say so, baby s*s, but if you get the craving...."She sighed as she pulled into our parents' driveway... She looked at me, attempting to be strong, but I saw past her facade. "No seriously Anthony. This can't continue."I feigned agreement. "Ok, ok, you are right."A sigh of relief escaped her perfect cocksucking lips."But I got to ask one last thing?"Nervous trepidation quickly returned to her face. "How did you get so good at it?" I don't want to. She kept away thoughtsof her girlfriend–ex-girlfriend, excuse me–MeredithWentz. Since they’d broken up (was it really six months?)Denise found herself more, and less interested in sex.More with the men that she met, and less with the women.Truth was, for the first time in her life, Denise’sinterests seemed pretty well split. She’d kiss a penis ora pussy, whichever came first.Yeah, right, she thought. Stop with the fucking jokes.Truth was, Denise felt practically. Nobody should look likethat--a DNA lottery winner.On top of this terrible blow (his grand gesture too late to make adifference), Jason ticks off in his head a list of the surmountingproblems that he now faces. "Dressed in drag with no change of clothes,family out of town, keys in ex-girlfriend's apartment, no money, and ohfuck his glass of wine left out on the coffee table." Remembering thatshe and her new boyfriend went straight through to the bedroom, herelaxes a little, knowing that they had. We had found a note from mom saying that she might have to stay at work until the storm was over. She could fill in for someone that couldn’t make it into work if need be. The driving was treacherous; the streets were slick and drifted with snow. The wind was blowing and drifting the snow so bad I couldn’t see where I was going half the time. Thankfully I only had to go about six blocks to the local grocery store. I rushed into the store and grabbed anything I thought we might need,.