We take our beers, with their creamy thick heads and rich dark color, to a table wedged into a corner. The working-day chatter seems to fade away as w...e relax over our drinks and make conversation."I'm a painter," you say, and I can see the self-mockery in the smile that flirts with the corners of your lips. "Excuse me, this is Boston, so I must say- I am an artist." We both laugh, and you suddenly become a different person as you realize I don't care. I'm a librarian, no one special, no one. One by one they removed their track pants only to reveal the head of their long cocks popping our of there shorts. Logger’s cock was so hard and wet with pre cum that his boner slid his boxer shorts up his thigh revealing “every husbands nightmare“. A Big Black Cock. Logger’s huge cock had now taken center stage. Both men and woman stared in ahhh as no one could comprehend what was happening. “Well there is no point in being shy now.”, Gapereil announces.Then all three men remove there. The three of us settled down on chairs, and it wasn't long before myeyelids felt heavy and despite my desperate attempts to stay awake, Idozed off. I don't know how I slept before I felt someone shaking me andI opened my eyes to find Areeya standing over me."Has something happened?" Nothing yet," she said, "but there's someone here to see us."I looked around and standing talking to Alex was Doctor Wichasak who hadtreated me after I was shot. She had obviously arrived from Bangkok onKritsada's. In all of the classes that we shared she seemed to sit by me. It seen that the one thing that I could do was make her laugh.At first we were friends. Soon we started to go out and then we shared that special moment when we gave ourselves for the very first time.But time changes things. After school we went to different colleges, sure there were phone calls but as time went on they became fewer and shorter.Then one day they stopped altogether. After many months of not hearing from her I tried to.