She paused. I have to tell you Clem, I never drank coffee before&hellip,liked the smell but hated the taste, but I wanted to fix some to wake you up t...is morning and this smelled so good I tried it and I am hooked&hellip,absolutely hooked. Clem sat there stunned, as Sarah turned back toward him from the stove it was clear his T-shirt was too short. She had to know she was completely exposed, but she made no effort cover up. She seemed so comfortable with her beautiful body and the situation. . I went up to the window and saw her speak to the barman, then she walked over to a jukebox in the corner. I picked up our beers and went inside. As I walked through the door, I heard an old blues number start up, and then I saw her slowly gyrating her hips to the beat. I quickly sat beside a table near the bar and looked directly in to her eyes. She looked back and smiled mischievously. Was she really going to do this? There was no stage in the pub, and she only had a narrow space between the. It would never fit. But the sensation made him weak in the knees. I started stroking him, taking four inch strokes that would force his soft, sensitive dickhead against the back of my throat, over and over again. Each time I plunged down I would take an additional inch as his dickhead flattened out. That left only one inch. My own dick was huge and pulsing, the head purple. If I touched it all would be over. I continued to feast on the perfect Samoan boy, making him grunt each time I assaulted. I made sure the door was shut and got about the business of eating, since I was up. Damn, I had been asleep for only four hours. It was going to be a long day, but I had to get used to being up during daylight hours, again.It was getting towards dusk, and I fired up the Aladdin Lamp. I had had to refill the reservoir as the lamp used kerosene like a thirsty person drinks water. Still, it gave out a nice bright light. It was a comfort to have a bright light, actually.I started reading a book I.