They sit next to each at the dining room table. “Who sits next to each other at the table in their own home? Man, you got it bad MK.”“Yes, I do....How can I kiss you between bites if you’re all the way on the other side?”“Where did you come from?” she smiles and shakes her head at this man whose every action announces his love for her.“I’m from another era Ms. Erotica; you brought me back to life.”They bite, chew, swallow, kiss, and marvel at how perfect everything is: they repeat the process. "Open your mouth bitch" I heard someone grunt as I felt a thick hot cock force its way between my lips,tasted exactly like grenadine,I suppose this guy thought I'd like it. Unfortunately I did,my momentary aversion turned to a ravenous desire to please him,I suckled and slurped every drop of the syrup as from his meat as he guided his way deeper into my throat with every thrust,gagging for air my tears started to roll down my cheek and onto his cock provided even more lubricant. Thin trails of. I kept my eyes on the door, looking for any sign of Cotton, but he didn't appear. After an hour, they were ready to leave. As we passed the florist's shop, Cotton came outside, looking past me like he didn't know who I was. I was both hurt and impressed. He showed more maturity than I would have thought possible.It was three o'clock when we got home. I had six hours to plan what I would say to him. I knew I had to be cautious. Summarily rejecting him without reason would surely anger him. I. Over the next month Father Stevens turned out to be the boy’s greatest fan, he always seemed to be on the sidelines at the games rooting for him while his dad sat in the car getting drunk. One day after a hard fought loss John came off the field to find his father’s pale blue Buick gone from the parking lot. “What the fuck”, he sighed to himself and figured that he was in for a long walk home. As he gathered his gear John heard the chaplain come up behind him. “Hey, even the Sox can’t win them.