Ron, his mouth now parched, was unable to respond other than to utter a tiny groan and to thrust his hips upward slightly, offering himself completely to Beth’s hand.

Satisfied that she had completely reeled Ron in, Beth removed her hand as if Ron’s pants were on fire, and said “I just have to tell myself that you, and your cock are off limits. It is just plain wrong. I am so sorry Ron, I got carried away again. It is the combination of the alcohol, our conversation, and remembering the way your lovely prick looked and felt just a few hours ago. Please forgive me.”

Before Ron could even...