The three of us went back to my original booth and all pulled out our dicks.I immediately went down on Mr. Red Shirt’s five inch dick. It got nice a...d hard in a hurry and the head was noticeably larger than the somewhat thin shaft. I liked that. Our matchmaker jacked himself and watched for a while and then slipped out of the booth. This time we locked the door so we could really engage in something hot.I sucked on that nice, hard dick, going all the way down to his trimmed pubes. He did. Fast forward another five years and I’m now living with a gorgeous (and again very busty) brunette named C… Working like crazy, every hour god sends, weekends evenings the lot, I was doing well. Last time I heard Chris was still single and I’d decided to look for him through facebook… turned out to be a good decision, I found him and we swapped numbers, sent text messages, and called one another. chatted about the old times, laughed and inevitably turned the conversation to sex again, talked. Our bodyguards, 51 and seven others, formed up around us as we walked through the hallway. Mark and the bodyguards waited outside Alices room as I slipped in. She looked so sad, lying on the bed. Bandages wrapped about her neck, a tube down her throat, and every few seconds the mechanical wheeze of the artificial lung pumping air into her would fill the room. IVs and sensors dotted her body. Dean, her husband, sat next to her, clutching her hand. He was wearing a rumpled T-shirt and sweatpants.. His hands fell to the hem of my shirt, and slipped beneath slowly as his teeth found my earlobe, and tugged lightly. I rolled my head to the side, allowing him better access, and ran my fingertips lightly over his nipples, smiling to myself at his intake of breath. He pulled my shirt up and off before tossing it to rest with his on the rain soaked ground. I now felt the rain falling on my breasts and shoulders freely. I looked up at the sky, watching the droplets fall as my hand ran over his.