How could I complain?A week or two after that, Mike brought up the possibility of my having sex with another one of his friends, Frank. In fact, Fran...k was an old friend to both of us, going back to when we were single. I was in the same class as Frank in high school and Mike got to know him well when they both got their first full-time job at the same company. Mike was so happy when I agreed, especially when I assured him that I really wanted to, that I wasn't doing it just to please him.I. "Wirklich? Und diese Person sucht wohl ebenso eine Wohnung?" Nein, Nein. Sie hat bereits eine Wohnung, was sie sucht ist eine Mitbewohnerin. Die Wohnung hat sie, nur hält es niemand mit ihr aus....egal ob Mann oder Frau, alle verlassen nach ein paar Tagen schon wieder die Wohnung. Der Großteil wird auch sofort von ihr abgewiesen, bevor sie überhaupt die Wohnung gesehen haben." Klingt ja nach einer sehr sympathischen Zeitgenossin" gab ich sarkastisch von mir "wäre es trotzdem möglich ein Treffen. “OH WOW.” She said. “You are a lot bigger!” I let out another grunt. “I'm serious; I remember every last detail about your dick. From the length to girth of this master piece, I even remember the mole on the left side of your shaft.”She got closer to it and smiled seductively and said, “It looks like it grew 2 or 3 inches.” She started to lick the head, rubbing my balls with her other hand and lightly scratching them with her nails. “It’s 8 inches now for sure.” My body shivered. She started. I took a random left, and he was still on me, then a random right, still on me. Fucker was following me. And that's when I started getting really pissed. And you know me, that's not a good place to put me, especially if you are putting me in that place. Most girls, if they have half a brain in their skulls, will do what they're told in driver's ed when they were teenagers... If you're being followed drive to a police station. Me? No. I pull over in a back road, where there is no house.