Such full, soft, luscious and delicious lips. Once the G-word had been discussed, David had taken to hugging me affectionately when I answered my front door to him but that was as far as it had gone. I suppose, what I should have done is let him sleep on the couch but I somehow knew that he needed the physical comfort of a friend beside him tonight, not just a cold couch to doss-down on for the night. I effectively became a kind of unofficial counsellor for him. I couldn’t help it. The doorbell rang about 11.45 and I threw on my dressing-gown and answered the door to find David standing there, looking forlorn and with blood-shot eyes. In the meantime, David and I had become friends. His arm was still clutched around my middle but his face was now buried in the back of my neck and his bulge (which I was rather aware of by this time) was pressing against the cheeks of my backside. We both drifted-off to sleep in each other’s arms.
