Words men did not say. Especially not when they had nothing to be sorry for, ‘It’s not you. You did nothing wrong.’ She looked into his eyes. Pa...in. As deep and dark as her own. In years to come, Lacey played back that moment over and over again. And still she was never sure how it happened. Had she kissed him or had he kissed her? But it did not matter, not then, not ever, because the truth was that in the darkest moment two tired and weary souls reached for one another. Each made the choice to. Needless to say, I loved the sexy voice to go with his face. However, we still didn't speak to each other. The bartender gave us our drinks simultaneously, and we both casually grabbed them too. We drank them as we maintained eye contact. "Are you two together?" the bartender asked.We both shook our heads no."Another?" he asked both of us.We nodded and evidently had a few more drinks. Although, as we did drink together, we got closer to each other. We didn't even speak to the bartender; he. After he is good and tweaked he puts on porn. Something like a young, skinny girl being manhandled by 2 big assholes with 2 big dicks. As we watch them grip and spank her ass, push and pull her around the bed for constantly changing positions, argue about who she has to blow next, and treat her like a sex toy, we slide into the sexual mood. After tentative talk he can't keep it up and starts saying degrading things. He gets so wound up that I soon have my pants off, I'm on the bed face down. I sucked just the tip for a few seconds, running my tongue over the opening and around the ridge. Then slowly I lowered my mouth onto his shaft and took in all the way to the base. I felt the hairs tickle my nose. I felt him arch his pelvis and I knew he wanted me to really suck him off. I held his shaft, then started to go a little faster, then a little harder, then a little deeper. His cock throbbed and grew more as I sucked it. I felt his balls tighten and I knew he was close. His moans.