“Who were you talking to?” he asked as he rammed and jammed that glorious prick of his down my gullet.
Luckily, I didn’t have to answer, seeing as said gullet was quite full to the max. I was glad I didn’t have to answer because I didn’t know how to answer, unsure of what I would say, what I wanted to say, what I needed to say. I just didn’t know what I wanted to do and who I wanted to do it with.
At that moment, I only wanted to suck Ray’s stunning dick and stare up at his beautiful, hairy body into his stunning eyes of blue. A man could get lost in that sea.
I was more than happy to be that man. 6
Mom called the next morning. I wasn’t alone. Ray was there. Ray was there spooning at yet another fork in another road. Pretty soon, I was going to need a new cutlery drawer.