My cock just won’t co-operate. I’ve tried getting it hard.”“Come on, let’s go. We’ll just have some fun then.”Somewhat reluctantly, he g...ot up and we walked out to his truck.Once inside his house, I told him to get a blanket and the cooking oil from the kitchen.I arranged the blanket on his bed and put the bottle of oil on the nightstand. “Get your clothes off boss!”He undressed and so did I.He got on the bed and he laid down on his stomach. I grabbed the cooking oil and poured generous amounts. " So you took your boyfriend home, got him inside and then spent the night on his couch. As far as your cell is concerned the battery died and your charger was at your place." You keep calling him my boyfriend, but he is my ex-boyfriend. I caught him with his hands in Ginnie Frank's pants. He said he was drunk and didn't know what he was doing, but I'm not buying it. If things don't work out between you and Char I'm going to be looking for a replacement." And what would that do to your. “Alright…” there was a pause as he debated his next words, “give me a blowjob.”“A what?” I asked, partly because I really didn’t know what one was. He walked over and stood right in front of me. “Get on your knees.” He said, looking down at me. I don’t know why, but I did it. My face was right at his crotch and he began undoing the zipper. He reached in pulled out his prick and let it hang in front of him. He wasn’t fully erect yet. I just looked at it for awhile, I’d never seen one before. It. ...” Karen started. And now came the good part. “Karen, I said, I’m not asking you, I am telling you. When I come here next wednesday, you better have arranged it that Suzanne is here and ready to party, or you will be in serious trouble.” With that I left her, ignoring her panicky entreaties. Well I don’t know what she said or how she managed it, but the following wednesday there was Suzanne and Karen sitting on the couch, waiting when I came. Suzanne has long auburn hair and a figure for.