Weird, but not impossible, the door had two locks, the once that I had locked on the way out, and another that I usually lock after I come back. As I slipped the key into the ignition I suddenly realized that I was still dating Christina. “Sure, after dinner though.”
After a bit more searching, she decided to watch the first season of How I Met Your Mother; soon we were both sitting on the futon again, her eating the food she’d all but forgotten about, me packing the pipe with what I thought would be enough weed for both of us. Her right hand was rapidly stroking my cock through my boxers now, it was fully erect and eager to play. “So, are we gonna talk about this or are we just gonna stand here?” Of course it was Tina who broke the silence, and as content as I was to stare at her until the sun burned out, I knew that she wouldn’t appreciate that as an answer.
