I don't know how much time passed, but John spoke up with his southern drawl, "Dude, you're lookin' like you're likin' my dick." I responded with, "Fu...ck you John, I just know why your squeeze screams like hound at the full moon!" I know I sounded defensive, but the last thing I wanted was John to think anything of me looking at his incredible dick. "Relax bro, all guys look at my dick, I'm used to it ... next time you can show me yours." He then pushed passed me in the tiny hall, turning to. I had felt the urge too, but I had always managed not to succumb to it. Somehow, this day felt different, though I didn’t realize why. He started to make small, subtle advances and I barely noticed. Or maybe I didn’t want to notice. The wet kisses passed unnoticed. He mentioned again that he had been thinking a lot about making love to me lately. Gradually, the advances got more direct and forward. Somewhere along the line, I started to say no and it came out OK. That’s when I knew it was. No one said anything for a while, when suddenly it seemed like I just knew. "You mailed them home, didn't you?" I did. Mail from the Philippines to here is pretty slow, but I paid to have them sent FedEx once they got to Seattle. I almost expected them to beat me here." Don't forget its a Holiday long weekend,"Then the three of us were all silently cheering each other as we realized we'd managed to do a little transferring in both directions."Still, it required effort," Bud reminded us when. "He'll look even sweeter when I'm through with him," Claire replied.Claire then roughly removed my shirt, and sat back down on my chest.Claire grabbed my head by the hair, still sitting on my chest. Thenshe slapped me hard in the cheek. She alternated cheeks, merrilyslapping away, until she showed Robin how nice and glowing they hadbecome."And that's how you know just where to apply his blush," Claireexplained to Robin. She reached into her bag, pulled out her blushercompact, and started.