She strokes downward, gliding the last remnants of the uncut foreskin from the bulbous head. It looks like one of those new Army helmets, glistening ...ith slippery fluid. As she nears the end of its 8-inch length, the stretched skin pulls the head flatter, a red bumbershoot mottled with purple. She pushes down and squeezes, the urge of release rears momentarily in my sack and then subsides. Will she? I ask without muttering a word, as she slides to her knees. The answer is quick. My waist. He could try to pull out... but he didn't think he could control himself that well. He really didn't want to chance making her pregnant — but he really, really wanted his dick inside this insanely sexy girl. Now. He had to ask... "Marianne, are you on the Pill?" he asked, dreading the answer."Silly boy, of course I am — I'm a modern girl!" Her expression changed, her own need evidently as bad as his. "Please, Simon, make love to me?" she said in a smaller, more hesitant voice than he'd heard. This had never been a very popular bar. They were just barely making it when he'd left."Damned!" Buddy gasped as he pushed open the door. The bar was jammed packed and all the booths were full. He'd never expected to see a crowd like this. No wonder Brandy hadn't been home when he called. It was a fucking miracle!The bar was so full that Buddy couldn't even push his way to the bar. He joined a crowd of men standing near a booth and grinned. Business was fantastic but he couldn't figure out. He blew in my ear, kissed my neck. It would’ve felt so good if it wasn’t Billy Mills doing it. The warmth of the liquor spread through me. His lips moved toward mine and I went utterly still. He pulled me to him. A little peep escaped me, muffled by his lips. My eyes roved the parking lot. Then the trees, where I saw something move. Frankie...?That encouraged me to hasten things. One arm went limply around him. The other went to his thigh. Paint the best picture, I thought.He grabbed my hand.