After a minute or two, Greg spoke again. “Hand me that bottle of Boy Butter that’s on the night stand.” Terry did and watched as Greg squirted s...ome of its contents onto his index finger and coated it. He moaned as Greg then gently pressed the finger inside of him, the creamy texture of the lube easing the entry. With a bit of time, Greg had the finger deep inside the young man and was moving it all around. Terry felt like his insides were electrified. He was leaking precum and stopped stroking. ″ She pulled me up off the couch, pulled my sweater over my head and shoved me in the center of the chest. I fell on the bed.She giggled and rummaged through the ski bag. Bandana in her hand she crawled over the bed, covered my eyes and tied the blindfold in place. ″Hands over your head – and keep them together.″As she positioned herself, the bed rose and sank with her hands and feet and knees. The heat from her thick, shapely thighs warmed my ears. Her hefty ankles pinned my arms in place.. " There were cockroaches on the kitchen table where she'd left a half-eaten plate of Spaghetti-O's sitting since breakfast. The woman herself was sleeping on the couch, wearing just her panties, looking like an ashen corpse.I didn't bother waking her, or even turning off the television; I just went to my room, my haven. It was clean and neat and I locked the door behind me. I turned on my little stereo, listening to 'Pictures of You' by the Cure and flopped onto my bed, staring up at the. I could see her thinking about the offer and after a brief second her reply was "sure what’s the worst that could happen":DTwo minutes later she is stood on my balcony taking in the view as I am pouring us a drink. As I join her she takes the drink out of my hand and its gone in one! The next thing I know she has slammed me up against the window and we are locked in a passionate kiss! I have a door straight off the balcony and into my bedroom which i use to my advantage, and then see is on top!.