" I laughed, "Yeah, I know. It's really your fault!" Chuckling he said, "My fault, how is it my fault?" "You knew by ordering me rum and punch, I'd ge... up on stage in no time. That's why when I excused myself to go to the restroom, you took advantage and told the waiter that's what I wanted." "You always order rum and punch, how was I supposed to know you didn't want it." I just laughed, "I never leave debts unpaid, we have dinner plans after we get back, after that I will pay you." He smirked,. When he pushed in, it seemed like I could feel it filling up my whole body, I could feel all my organs being re-arranged just to accommodate the thing, I swear I could feel him in the back of my throat. And the width of it! He was stretching my hole like it had never been stretched before (except for the k**s of course but that was different). And whilst I felt he was ripping me apart, I wanted more and I remember trying to push my hips up to help him drive deeper and harder... I was spasming. I’m no stranger to sucking cock, and I’m normally pretty confident in my abilities, but this one is quite the challenge. On my third downward thrust, I try to see just how deep I can get him into my mouth, but barely make it any further; maybe just an inch past his tip. But I can tell by the look on his face that he was grateful for the effort. In order to up the stimulation, I call on my right hand for reinforcement, using it to stroke the rest of the shaft while my wet mouth continued its. And he didn’t pay much attention to me, not at first anyway. But then that morning, he gave me a big smile at breakfast and patted the log beside him and I went and sat next to him. He was nice to me all morning and after lunch he asked me if I wanted to take a walk. Once we were out of sight of everyone, Joe reached over and held my hand. I remember the big smile on his face when I looked up at him and he squeezed my hand a little. A little while later we stopped and sat on the trunk of a.