Stretching out his arms to support his weight he thrust his body up and down, his cock fucking my mouth with every move, anyone would think he was doi...ng press-ups if his crotch wasn’t level with my mouth. I wanted to gag every time his dick scrapped the back of my oversensitive throat, the feel making me want to vomit but gagging and puking both meant using energy which I had none of. I lay there, eyes closing, his cock rubbing at my dry lips, but I kept them clenched round his shaft, I could. I heard him moan slightly. I thought I might cum in my pants I was so turned on, I loved stroking his cock. He arched his hips and I continued to jerk him off. His body shook and tensed, he let out a muffled “Ahhhh” and I felt his warm, slick, sticky cum run down over my fingers and hand and soaking through the thin blanket. I loved it. Still sitting in silence, I lovingly wiped his cock clean with that blanket then he zipped himself back up. It would be days before I saw my friend again and I. ’ Doreen shrugged. ‘It’s been a while since I’ve had home-cooked food.’ Luke frowned. Doreen was eating what looked like a broccoli and cheese concoction. ‘Did you even heat that up in the microwave?’ ‘I didn’t want to wake you up. I don’t mind it cold.’ Without a word, Luke strode over to the table and picked up the plate. After placing it in the microwave and making his best guess as to how long to heat it, he turned back to Doreen. ‘We gotta go through this again? You’re not a guest. You. CAUGHT!! O-o-o-h-h, yes. He might have been unkempt and inattentive, but he wasn’t stupid or blind. We were into it for less than two months when he pretty well forced the admission out of her. He walked into my apartment without knocking and walked around turning the lights on and off in a nervous gesture as he spoke. I didn’t try to hide or deny anything, letting him vent himself, especially since he was the one wronged, not me. Needless to say, it pretty well stopped the exchange of.