The first few bars of Metallica's Enter Sandman cut through the announcer's voice as Lester's phone rang.
"Hey, what's up, Larry?"
Lester's hand drifted down to brush over Comet's head. She had been giving him a warm, wet, and slow blowjob for about half an hour while he watched part of the game he'd taped that weekend. He'd finished up at a job site a little earlier than usual, so had treated himself to an early Friday quitting time, getting home before anyone else was there, grabbing a couple of beers, and sitting down on the couch to watch the Sox spank the Yanks for a few innings.
Comet had gotten in at around 4:30 from her part-time job at a local gym. Though they'd come up with a way for Comet to earn some extra allowance a few weeks ago, he thought it was important for his 18-ye
