“Ticket number, 169!”Once again everyone looked around to see the lucky winner stand to claim his prize. “Number 169, where are you?” Darin as...ked again.A moment later a loud voice yelled, “That’s my number!” Everyone looked towards the source of the voice, it was Thor.He walked onto the stage handing Darin the ticket stub who showed it to Bobbie. Karen began to laugh, “Does Bobbie realize just how big Thor’s cock is?”“We saw him fuck you here at your birthday party but I don’t know if Bobbie. He was ashamed of himself. He loved her and had told her so right before he left for the show. She had kissed him goodbye as he left the green room and he had held her close up until he left. Now, he could not even remember her face or the feel of her lips. All he could see was Patricia. Her emerald green eyes sparkling against her tan skin. Her highlighted hair curving around her body. She had invaded his thoughts completely and had set up permanent residence. He sat at the table and buried. But he kept control, eagerly watching as Lani stretched her rich, wet lips over the vibrating head of his cock.Her wide eyes fixed feverishly on the long feast she was beginning as her hands found his balls and stroked them in long, excited sweeps. Her dark hair fell around his cock so that it was swallowed behind the curtain of its silkiness.Lani paused and spun her lips slowly to the right, teasing the rough, rubbery ridge of the cock-head."Oh, God, Lani, you're driving me crazy!" Mike. As James looked in the mirror he was unsure ifhe liked this look or not. His hair was certainly tidier now, but hefelt the style was a little more feminine looking than his oldbarbershop cuts. The stylist put some styling gel in his hair and hewas combed and blow dried. James thanked her for cutting his hair andleft the shop to return to work.When he entered the office Miss Perkins called him back to her office.She inspected his manicure and hair style and pronounced bothacceptable. James.