I periodically underwent therapy when the heartbreak was too much. I tried to enter into relationships with women, some of whom loved me, but it was ...ever satisfying for very long. I took the occasional lover, especially when they reminded me of Contessa or Desire or Chocolate. But more and more, I kept to myself. The years went by, my career plateaued, then began to slide into mediocrity. Fortunately, I was able to retire early, before the growing indifference of my labors became. That was Tom, whispering. Three of us stood on Billy's porch, not sure what to do. We could hear Billy muttering something but it made no sense. -CRASH-Man, you can't ignore a crash. Billy is our friend. So in the three of us went.Oh shit. Don't laugh, don't laugh, oh god .... and all three of us were on the floor, gasping for breath, unable to stop shrieking with laughter.Billy lay there, not making a sound. We finally pulled ourselves together."Sorry Billy, really sorry man, it just caught us. He stood up and removed the gag and put the bottle in her mouth, pouring some champagne, she was not a drinker, she spitted it out and then Jamil gave a blow on her stomach and forced her to drink, she gulped down around half the bottle, then the rest, Jamil gulped down with ease. He started to kiss her passionately, mom had given in and was responding to his kisses.Suddenly, while kissing, he pushed the bottle inside her ass hole, it was not going in and mom was forbidding him to do it, he got. Then she told me she knew my friend’s ex-girlfriend had an eye on me and stuff. I started asking about her sex life to which she said, “Naah dude, so fucking dry my sex life is. Surviving with my dildo”. I started laughing to that and she hit me on my chest and started getting comfortable with me by lying over my shoulder.This beautiful friend of mine, in her shorts and loose t-shirt, was giving me a boner. Initially, I was scolding myself for thinking about her in that way, though I was.