"It's a start," I tell myself.I'm staying in the guest room now, and it feels like a completely freshstart. There are women's interest magazines lying... on the table, and I'vehung up some feminine framed photos of the ballerina Dame Margot FonteynI bought at a charity store. Even my MP3 player feels like it had a newstart, my collection now includes a lot of artists I previously hadlittle interest in.My phone begins to ring, I look at the caller ID and see it's Regina."Reggie! Hello! Did you get. Pieter’s a little taller than me but not much. He is extremely skinny, has green eyes and has brown hair. The event happened when we decided one night to have a small drinkathon between the two of us at his house. I arrived at his house at around half seven, as his house is like a two minute walk from my house. I chose to wear some dark jeans and beige top (the one I'm wearing in one of my pictures on my profile). He was wearing a red top and some light jeans. When I arrived we played a bit of. ”I reached around and held on to his bare ass as he held my head, and I was sucking and slurping loudly on his thick cock. He didn’t last long with my talented mouth, and his cock started to throb, as he said, “Oh fuck yeah, your mouth feels better than my ex-wife’s cunt, and she never would suck my cock. Eat my cum, Kevin, eat it because you said you love cock cream so much.”His cock flexed and pulsed, as he filled my mouth with his bitter cum. It might have been bitter because of the beer, or. My thoughts drifted back to that incredible night we'd shared together. Just the thought of Eva, naked, blues eyes alive with passion was enough to get my cock twitching and the images racing through my head of Eva writhing below me as my dick pistoned in and out of her pussy was giving me a raging hard on. Keenly aware that I was traversing the main street of the town that was quite busy despite the relatively late hour I fought with all my might to deflate my very prominent erection. At half.