Sprawled across the sofa with her head in the boy’s lap was the girl; her beret had been removed and he was gently stroking her immaculate hair. Gay porn Feeling seduced by my reflection, I dabbed some cologne on my wrists and my neck, then went back to my room to put on a nice shirt and a woollen jumper.Dominic looked a little annoyed when I re-entered the living room, clearly spruced up to join in, but he offered me a glass of wine nonetheless. It was Dominic who dominated the conversation from his armchair, and I found that he was actually quite funny, in a sort of drunken nonsensical way. Just when I was becoming properly absorbed in the story – it was around 9 in the evening at this point – the front door clicked open and the hallway adjoining the living room was filled with sounds of drunken laughter and of coats and shoes being flung off.“This is my roomie,” said Dominic, gesturing my way but not really looking at me.
