I could come over every day and we could fuck.” “I’d like that. Right now I want to suck your cock.” Jeannie got on her knees and I stayed on ...the chair. She licked my cock which had both our juices on it. She put my cock into her mouth and worked it down her throat. She held my smooth balls and stuffed her mouth with my cock. Her cheeks were bulging and spit oozed down the corners of her mouth. She was making all kinds of sucking, slurping noises while she gave me an incredible blow job. I was. M. Sunday. So at 9, Gabi chose her final story of the weekend.She clicked on the link for "Desire."It wasn't any different than it had been the first time. But rather than feeling unsettled, she just felt puzzled. She sat back and tried to make sense of everything she had learned about Tom in the last 50 hours. What were his demons? What were his insecurities? What were his passions?She thought, and eventually a smile grew on her lips, a big, wide, devious smile. She'd been over-thinking. "Well, Samuel, how do you prefer to be addressed? Your mother says you call yourself Samantha..." I don't call myself anything. Tia's got everyone else calling me Samantha, but most of them stick with Sam. Which is what everyone has always called me." She wrote something down. "Do you object to being called Samantha?"I shrugged. "It's sort of weird, but dressed like this it makes sense. I really don't care, as long as people treat me the same." The same?" The same as before my accident." She. Her mind was a riot of a thousand multicoloured thoughts jostling for attention. He finished his story and she smiled and laughed with her mouth open, though she had not listened to anything he had said. A silence descended between them. Her mind had already raced ahead to how the evening would end. She had told herself to take it easy this time, but when she drank in his smile, she wanted to have him right there in the bar. In the silence, they both tuned in to the lyric: ‘I want to wake up.