Slowly I slid the lock to a release and openned the stall door, stepping out quietly. I heard her crying heavily, but I was too far out of her sight r...nge so she couldn't have known I was there. I smiled to myself and turned, stepping infront of the open stall which she sat in, bawling. Jessikah didn't notice me, she was too heavy with her tears and her head was down so she wouldn't have seen me. I smiled and took a step into the stall, keeping my eyes on the crying girl I cleared some of. She mouth-fucked and gradually worked it all in which was wonderful but I didn't want to shoot my cum in her mouth so pulled out. She seemed a bit disappointed so I told her, “You can swallow my cum later, I want to fuck you first”, which made her smile and nod acceptance.We got the rest of our clothes off, it only took seconds, and she was quickly on the bed waiting to be fucked. She lay back, opened her legs wide and pushed up her pussy showing me it was wet with anticipation and would be. I don’t want this to ruin our friendship either, but despite what I said the first time we talked about this, I never really thought it would. The actual danger comes from all the other dumb shit you’re doing.”“Sorry.”“You’re not, though, so don’t bother apologizing to me. But Luke, here’s the thing...” She pulled away, and now her eyes were boring into his. “This is it. I’m not going to swear on a stack of Barolo that we’re never going to do this again, but ... we’re never going to do this. No Samantha was no longer part of his life and her idea of a great lifestyle was not his. He was still Will Wainwright and he could still make them all sit up and take notice. Things would change, he wanted to change, but giving in was not in his nature.Getting out of the wheelchair was his first priority, but there was no reason why he couldn’t be just as successful as before. He thought about Stephanie. God, he missed her. Over the years they had developed a relationship, she understood him..