Squatting over me he pushed his stiff cock downwards and brushed my lips with the tip, as if seeking permission to enter. I opened my mouth and welcom...ed him in.He was well endowed with a nice meaty cock. He was also very, very gentle. Knowing that he might choke me if he pushed too hard, he took things slowly.I couldn't move my head. Out of the corners of my eyes, however, I saw that we'd attracted a lot of attention. People were standing around our table, drinking, chatting, and smiling. One. Or her, I hope. Don't get me wrong; when we do get going it's fucking fantastic, and we are still very much in love, but it can sometimes get to be weeks between sex, and I do get frustrated. Once, a few weeks ago, we'd got the kids to bed and I'd suggested sex. "Not tonight, hon," was her response. I must have looked really fed up, because she looked really guilty; it had been a while. "Christ," I muttered, "The pope gets more action than I do." Half-joking, only. Heather looked straight at. "When I was growing up, I always felt an emptiness. Becoming friends with Jackie, Kathleen and Mairia in high school alleviated some of my empty feeling. I now realize that the emptiness I felt then was due to my parents. I don't remember them ever showing real affection for each other, or receiving any unconditional affection from them. We were so lucky when we met Sarah, Rusty, Sally and Terry." Hey," said Terry, "we think we were pretty lucky to meet you guys. We think you guys are pretty. “Can I have a moment with him?” I asked Damien, and he nodded and walked upstairs.“How do you expect to pay him?” I asked. “If you don't, what will happen?”“I bet him in front of everyone, including our boss,” Johnny said shaking his head.I plummeted to the couch. Even if we took out all the money from the bank, we still didn't have enough.“I'm sorry,” Johnny said. "If I had won then we would be set for three months of rent, we could..." “Go away,” I said. As always, I had to think of a way out.