"no, no, I totally have the money" said Ann, continuing from some unheard conversation "I just haven't liquefied it yet. It takes a bit to turn art in...o money, you see" So just to be clear, you don't have my money, its been turned into art supplies, and and your trying to make up for that by pedaling your artwork." Its hardly pedaling. Pedaling involves tricking people into buying rubbish. My stuffs good." I doubt this. I doubt this a lot" your drinks, sir?"Sam's intrusion into the. For my fantasy I would need eight men or women to make me feel good. I opted out using any friends or acquaintances, as I didn’t want to be familiar with anyone - anonymity was essential. So as I continued my normal social routines, I kept an eye open for potentials. I even got “lucky” one night, when I got ‘hit on’ by a woman. A Beautiful blue-eyed blonde. I let her play and flirt with me for a while, deciding to definitely let her be in my game. Slowly but surly I gathered a list of people. It was blowing a stiff and cold breeze, which also carried a few April showers along; we splashed out 55p on a taxi so as not to get wet.xxxxxxxIt was a very sober Sheila who opened the door to us; not the hysterically-laughing, chocolate-covered girl of the previous Friday night.She was, however, still very pleased to see us, and gave us both a big hug before leading the way back upstairs, where Adrian was just finishing pouring boiling water into the teapot, before greeting us.We hung our. I pulled his still hard prick from my mouth and continued to gently stroke it as I looked up into his eyes with a smile.“So….how was that?” I asked with a mischievous smile.“Holy shit, mom….that was fantastic!” he exclaimed. “And we get to do this every time I get a hard-on? This is going to be amazing!”I laughed and released his dick, watching it dangle in front of him…still semi-hard and sticking out from his torso, but bending down in a beautiful arc, the tip pointing at the floor. “Yep..