‘Where the fuck would you get pot?’ Jack smiled. ‘I have my ways.’ Rob smirked and gave a dismissive chuckle. ‘Don’t think that I believe ...you for one second that these brownies actually have pot in them.’ Jack shrugged. ‘Suit yourself. But, I’ll tell you one thing. Whether these brownies have pot in them, or not, they’re delicious and I’m gonna eat at least three of them.’ He took a brownie and bit into it, moaning at the creamy richness of the taste. The guys slowly followed his lead and ate. ..and the oogling, feigned interest in soccer on TV, and bad jokes began.A few drinks in I had to hit the "Head" and mosied through the crowd, scanning for anything interesting. Near the back, at a table by the hall to the John, I noticed an awesome head of curly, auburn hair. I immediately thought "What are the odds...jeez, it looks just like what I could see in her photos." (She made sure to always cut off the top of her head for anonymity's sake). "Eh, we'll see when I see her face after I. ”“I hope so. It’s pretty easy stuff: take it slow – don’t speed up until the crescendo; stop when you feel that urge to cum, even pulling out for a minute or so; wear a condom to remove some of the sensitivity; have already cum so the lovemaking session is your second or third go-around; stay away from doggie style fucks; and put the woman on top. Part of it is willpower, too. One guy told me that thinking of baseball or other non-sexual things was not helpful. He said he ended up wanting to. Then she came next to me & sat with me in same sofa. She said her hubby was coming home late every day & he was a drunken also & started crying. I just tried to console her. While doing so she slept on my shoulder. I was surprised & asked her what she wanted from me. So she said she likes baby & wanted one from me. I was like an idol for 2 min & came back to sense. Asked what she was telling.She told me he used come late night & just slept next to her. It was almost 3 years of her married life..