He knew the next criticism was going to be the whole coughing thing, and he already got that out of the way with his brother - he focused on taking a small hit, nothing more than he could handle, all the while making it look like he was taking a much bigger hit. It wouldn’t have hurt to impress, right? Olivia was certainly right - it felt a lot better. The second Phil exhaled he felt his whole world light up a little bit more. Those little black spots of stars clouded his vision - the kind he was used to seeing right before he passed out as a kid. He blinked a few more times, relishing the feeling of being lighter than he felt before, and broke out into a small smile, staring at the blunt. “Damn…” he muttered, loud enough for Olivia to hear, to her amusement. “...Damn!” “Glad you came around.” Olivia replied, taking the blunt back for another smoke. The two blowjob smoked in silence for a little bit longer, eventually sitting on the snow with Phil feeling it more and more with each passing minute, though he didn’t know how much of it was just a placebo, or how much of it was getting the chance to reconnect with Olivia. Again, he wasn’t sure if this was just his rush talking, but he knew it at this point - she wasn’t just challenging, she was cute. Phil had always liked the skinny modest girl look, and just as his own girlfriend had kind of nailed the look with a bit more ‘artsy chick’ and a bit more ‘prep,’ Olivia seemingly had written the book on mastering the look that drove Phil crazy. Even the warm stares she gave him while high sent a tingle down his spine. He cleared his throat, partially amateur from it being sore from the suppressed coughs he got, partially because he knew he had to say something. “I’m, uh, sorry for how anal I acted.” he blurted out of nowhere. Olivia just looked at him. “You mean asking me to stop smoking?” “Well for that too, but just in general. The whole thing. The whole… y’know, the whole trying to have gay sex gaysex with you thing.” “I didn’t mind you trying to have sex with me.” Olivia remarked. “Didn’t mind.” Phil repeated, a small smile on his face. “Did you not want it?” “No, I did.” “Then why didn’t we have sex?” “You got angry and left.” Phil paused for a second, staring at the wall. “Oh yeah.” he replied, nodding to himself. “Well, I was wrong to do that, and I’m sorry.” “Apology accepted.” Olivia replied, shrugging. “Whatchya doin?” Freya asked. But her life’s been turned upside-down lately. Is seemed like the amateur urine flora was fatal for the analinguses. Almost instantly she replied. “Hello, this is David,” I say to him. “And you know what I’m anal going to do.” I reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it to my entrance, the last privacy my body retained, ready to give it all up. The walk-in wardrobe got several. I want to get fucked!” "And how old were you then?" He urged me to undress her. She rolled over and climbed in, sitting up against the side to catch her breath. I want you to like doing it, because I'm going to want it more than this once.” It usually gaysex lasts an hour, gay or maybe just a bit blowjob longer, but never like that. She felt perfect . Even before, back in the Temple of Venus, James had never felt so completely accepted and warmly embraced by his lover. My futa-cock. I wanted to show them how much of a nasty cunt I really was. I'm not gonna do that to myself--or to your dad.