And ruined it all.When Sheila finally came to, she had refused to look me in the eyes and couldn't seem to get me out of her apartment fast enough. Cl...iming she was tired and that her ankle hurt was her excuse for asking me to leave.I poured myself my 3rd brandy in the past hour. I would have a hell of a hangover in the morning if I kept this up, but I was finding it hard to care.When I turned around, Sheila was standing in the doorway. Her hair was damp and her clothes were rumpled, but she. Clara and I met some friends from school at the mall and after drifting around for a while ended up in the food court with milkshakes. While Clara chatted away, I was daydreaming. We had only been dating for two weeks but it had quickly turned sexual. Clara was much hornier than she had let on and on the third date, she was sucking my dick in my room. It was the first time someone did it and I wasn’t sure what to expect. As I watched her bob her head up and down, I realized she looked nothing. He puts his arms around her. “Well,” she says, “I guess it’s your turn.”She backs away from him to the edge of the bed. She then hops up a little to sit on the edge of the bed facing him. She spreads her legs slightly and reaches to him with both arms. He steps between her legs and bends his head slightly and kisses her. He then does what he has seen others do and kisses his way down her body. Feeling and kissing each breast sucking on the nipples. “Your breasts are so great, Margie,” he. “Jacket,” I said to Mel’s back, and indicated a row of hooks just inside the door when she turned to look.As Mel eased herself out of her jacket, I recognised the holes in Mel’s t-shirt. Definitely the same as the day before. I took Mel’s jacket and hung it on a hook.I led the way into my kitchen, where I rescued the bacon already cooking from the grill, replacing it with some uncooked rashers from my fridge. I converted the cooked bacon into two sandwiches, one for me and the other for.