“What the fuck,” he said as he grabbed it from me. At this point, I expected to get my ass kicked (or worse), but to my surprise, he just smiled, ...then started swiping through my phone, looking at all the pics she had sent. Staring at one she took from the front, with nothing but her trademark black choker, he reached down, unzipped his jeans and started jacking off right there in front of me. After a little, he looked at me, and I could tell from his eyes exactly what he wanted. Without a word,. Didn’t you recognize her?’ ‘Why should have I recognized her? Never saw the girl before today!’ Brian said in a exasperated tone. ‘The gallery…She’s the girl from the gallery.’ Damien explained. ‘Oh shit, Damien. No, I didn’t recognize her because I really hadn’t looked at her face.’ Brian said ruefully. ‘All I noticed was her body!’ He added with a teasing grin in his face, knowing it would piss Damien off. He needed his partner to snap out of this mood fast. ‘Fuck you, Howard! You don’t get. ” I moaned and squeezed his throbbing hot shaft. “I’m so thirsty.” I released him and sauntered into my tiny bedroom. “Just join me as soon as you are done. If I am asleep, start without me.” I winked.I’d known him for two years and loved him as a friend.I’d never thought of men as being available that way.Female friends, they might fall for you, the opposite sex was at least acceptable in general.Life had taught me that my hunger for the more masculine of my beloved circle of chums was. No wonder she'd received so many stares on the subway.For some reason, the knowledge that everyone on her train knew what a slut she was stoked Molly's passion, and she continued playing with herself, imagining all the men from her train going home and doing the same. She pictured all the men from work playing with themselves while thinking about her breasts, her cleavage, imagining lifting up her skirt and plunging their hard cocks deep within her pussy, grabbing her boobs and fucking her.