My unseen aggressor slapped me on the back like we were friends, jostling me and causing me to spill more of my beer."Hey Dougie, on the prowl for som...e cock?" A deep voice asked in too loud a voice. The heavily tattooed bartender raised his eyes at me and I just meekly asked him to settle up my tab. He nodded with a smirk."Go annoy someone else." I said, avoiding eye contact as I felt Duff beside me, his strong breath in my ear."Yeah, I bet you'd get on your knees and suck me off in the alley. That’s all. It’s not for you to question, but to comply.’ Brad Even among the bizarre, this was bizarre. Like the diplomat in the play M BUTTERFLY who claims not to know that his lover of many years is actually a man rather than a woman. I saw the play in London. Apparently it was based on a true incident. Did they never have intercourse? Did she/he always give head, in which case it was easy? Or did he/she take it up the ass with such facility that the diplomat thought it was a cunt? Or did. She giggled as he lapped at skin then her pussy lips a few times before moving he moved his hungry mouth up to her chest. His tongue swirled around her nipples as they got hard then he moved to the cum streaks there. He licked at his own cum over her big soft tits and felt himself getting hard again.As he started to move up towards her face and mouth his cock suddenly rubbed up against Sally’s pussy and he froze. Sally had started to moan but froze as well. Both Ian and Sally looked at each. I went over her response in my head. Yes, but we can’t be together. Why the hell not? She wanted me, I wanted her. Wasn’t that enough? I don’t remember walking home, my mind was too busy on other things. My body went on autopilot and I somehow ended up in my bed. I do remember staring up at the ceiling and thinking I wasn’t going to get a minute of sleep. Then, I conked out, not to wake up until 12:45 the next day. There was an added weight on my bed as I awoke. Without opening my eyes, I just.