I could taste the brandy and smell its strength, 'Is it brandy or coffee?', I queried, before taking another sip, he sat beside me, smiling and father...ly, 'You looked chilled, and I thought you needed warming-up', he replied, I stole a look around, apart from a family some distance off, we were alone, so I returned to study his face and took another sip, the brew was certainly warming and I was feeling strangely relaxed, thinking this brandy was certainly was hitting the spot.'Why dont you join. With all the cum I deposited in these girls, it was a wonder no one got pregnant. For a while I thought I must be sterile, but then I donated my seed for a bio class experiment and my professor said I was one of the most virile samples he'd ever seen. Well, not in those words exactly. I just remember that later that afternoon, I donated another sample down the eager throat of my redhead lab partner. There were other black guys and girls at the school, and I managed to screw a few of those. When they pulled apart Candy looked at him blankly. “What was that for?” “Think of it as a gift. I almost wish that I wasn’t getting an official girlfriend today. But…” He paused as Candy looked at the ground. He thought, for a second, that she was crying. He continued anyway. “I think it might be something that is going to turn out. You and I… it was mind-blowingly good. Amazing. But I can’t help and miss her.” Candy looked up and Mike felt his throat close up at the sight of tears rolling. ’ I laid back, my head on his shoulder and his arm around me. I looked at him and he kissed me tentatively. ‘You’re not looking at the stars.’ I teased. ‘Yes I am.’ He sincerely replied looking into my eyes. With a lump in my throat I said, ‘I can’t seem to resist your lines mister,’ and I embraced his succulent lips. He was a phenomenal kisser. His hands caressed my back and ribs and were slowly moving toward my chest. Damn, he went back to my back. If his kissing weren’t so good his.