“I’ll just have a Coke, please,” I said. “I prefer not to drink at all when I’m driving.”“One drink is not going to put you over the lim...it!” he objected.“Not the legal limit, it won’t, but I’ll draw the comparison to my wife, a doctor, who doesn’t drink at all because she can’t risk even being slightly impaired. And given the horrible accidents she’s seen that were caused by alcohol, I think my personal rule is a good one. For me.”He frowned and shook his head, but ordered the Coke for me. We. I met Sharon Stone, after a Red CarpetAwards Show, and we talked, and itbecame very clear, that she was extremelysexist towards men, and the whole point ofmy little adventure, was to pay her back forbeing so sexist to men, so I acted as if I wereinterested in her sexually, to turn her onto me.And so the both of us went to her guestmansion, I didn't know the exactlocation, because she wanted to blind foldme, because after we were done fucking, shesaid she didn't want to see me again.. soagain I. Seven inches was all I wanted to shove up there. I guess my balls were hanging low due to the heat in the room.“How the fuck are you doing that?” Blaise exhaled.The feeling was indescribable. I felt invaded, violated, full, stretched. My cock couldn’t get any more erect. I looked down and saw a long stream of my cum across the floor. I had cum and blown a huge load out the open back of the chair without even knowing it. And, I still was hard as a rock.“I wish you could suck me,” I breathed at. I wanted this to be perfect and her lover to find me acceptable as a friend, also. I had no idea how things would REALLY turn out, definitely NOT to my expectations. Hard work, huge cases of 'the nerves' and huge flocks of Butterflies winging their way through my tummy (and more intimate areas) and Finally, Thursday, Thanksgiving was here. Dinner was supposed to be late afternoon with the guests arriving all day. Joe and Helen, folks I had worked with at my last position, were first to arrive,.