Now, I know Ron well enough to know he has a bad temper. Once I saw him cock a pistol and stick the muzzle right into a guy’s ear, during an alterca...tion at work. But clenched fists or no, a man looks pretty helpless standing with his pants around his ankles and a softening cock dripping into his underpants. So I laughed. “Just making up for interrupting you,” I smiled, “And I’d been wondering if someone else’s spunk would taste the same as my own. Doesn’t, quite.” “Whatever. Just get out of. Suck that cock! Suck that big motherfucker like you mean it!" Again, there was something strangely, but undeniably exciting, in hearing him talk to me like that; and I came to understand that, for whatever reason, Sonny was still in a quasi-state of denial about his own sexual preferences; even after all those years! But, once again, as I've said already, I didn't care so long as he kept coming back to the glory hole! He could call me whatever derogatory name he wanted---just as long as I got. At least I hoped I'd added it mentally!"Sounds good," Ingred replied. "Okay, I'm going. You two have fun. Love you." I told her I love her too, and we kissed goodbye.I was tempted to go and wake Gwen immediately, but decided to let her sleep a little longer. I figured I'd wake her at 6:30, which would give us time for... whatever. What I really wanted to do was go crawl in bed with her and just lay together a while, but I didn't know if that would be well received. Ingrid wasn't much for. After hopping from apartment to apartment, Teresa finally realized she didn't have to live in that run down building. Ever since then, she had been working her way up in the world by finding a guy with a nicer income and apartment to live with.Josh apparently had matured considerably since Kathleen had last known him. He had excelled in college, and now had a very good job as a mechanical engineer, and there was no doubt in my mind that for Bobby's sake, Teresa had to move on.Since I had the.