"Aright."So they went, finally. It took them forever to find out where it was. But finally they showed up, at half past eleven. It was huge, and a lot... of people he didn't know were there. But there were some people who he knew. Like Jen.But Jen didn't see him. She couldn't, she was passed out on a couch. She was by herself, cuddled up in the corner of the couch. Her hair was different, but he recognized her instantly. She still looked beautiful.What could he do? He wasn't going to leave just. I turn and see my own shadow cast on the floor, the wall, and right across John on the bed as intended. So far, so good.I walk towards the bed down a path of darkness amid the sea of gold. Very poetic, very unlike me. I grasp the duvet, and slowly, carefully pull it down and off.Oh my, what a sight!I am already wet between the thighs at the thought of what I'm planning, but the sight of his firm upright manhood just lifting itself clear of his chest, nodding slightly in time with his heartbeat,. Even if we're fucking under the covers and I can't see the intersectionof our bodies, I still visualize the sliding and thrusting in my mind. Inmy mind, I can see her round ass, sliding forward and back on my pole. Ican see her pussy lips sucking it on the way in, and gripping it wetly onthe way out. I can practically picture the inside of her: her tunnelgetting filled as I thrust in and try to press a little deeper each time.Even in the middle of fucking, there's a feeling of need that seems. By 14.1 I was able to lick the tip. By 14.2 the head would pass my lips. By 14.3 I was pretty much busting a nut into my mouth without having to come up for a breather. I suppose this was when I realized that I either liked sucking cocks, or I liked getting blow jobs. Turns out both are true but I didn't come to terms with that until well after the following experience. At work one afternoon I was asked by a customer for some help. I followed through, got the guy what he was looking for and in.