"I love you, Sammy," said Dave sincerely, if automatically.She stared back at him intently, as if trying to read his innermost thoughts. It was too mu...h of a 'stimulus and response' type of answer for Sammy to feel totally comfortable."I know what we said when we started going out," Dave continued. "But, I've wished for a long time that we hadn't said those things. I've tried not to let it show, because I know how you feel about Bobby, and I didn't want to hurt you."Somewhat reassured, Sammy. ‘Honey?’ asked our waitress. ‘Is this handsome hunk taking you home?’ ‘Heeeeee thure is,’ I replied. By an awful ironic twist of fate ever since I screwed a gal with a speech impediment I wind up talking like her when I’m juiced. Of course thinking back Fletch was the one who screwed me. Over and over and over, she fucking wore me OUT! Dennis helped me up as we headed for the door. ‘Time to go, babe.’ He suggested. By the time we got to my place I was sober enough to remember the promise I. Pulling it down I had her hand in my grasp feeling her nipple grow in my hand.Pushing me back she dropped to her knees in front of me pulling the knickers down as she did before licking the tip of my hard cock whilst wanking me slowly into her mouth. Slowly she stroked me her grip light but firm with her other hand she cupped my balls pulling them down with some force.“mmmmmmmmmm” I let out as she continued to play with my shaft. I removed her blouse and bra leaving her half naked in her. I never heard the door to my office open or the teen mail boy delivering my mail walk in. He was standing near my feet, staring up my skirt. I continued masturbating openly in front of this pimple faced kid. He was almost 6’ tall and maybe 175 pounds of pent up sexuality. “Lock the door behind you, Jake,” I said huskily. “If you want to stay and help me.” Jake quickly locked my office door and returned to where he was, staring between my legs. I asked Jake to tug my skirt off as I lifted my.