”I poured a generous portion over my roast pork dinner and ate it all before she brought in the dessert. It was a chocolate cake thing and again, I ...ad to pour some of Martin’s juice over my dessert.Later that evening, Jen made coffee and she poured some more of his cum on top of my coffee and I drank it all.“Next week, Martin will send home four bottles for you,” Jen smiled.“Okay babe,” I replied.“Don’t let Martin hear you call me babe,” Jen advised me.“Oops, sorry,” I replied.“I have asked. Of course, next year’s only a few days away, but...”I interrupted him by saying among giggling, “I can’t believe that I want you to stop talking.” His eyes caught me, however, and I dove into them until my knees began complaining about the tile floor, when I said, “I think I’ve loved you since 1st grade, too, but it was so hard to be sure because you wouldn’t talk to me. God, I’d love to have ... even five months back to change my past.”“No,” he said quietly, after which he repeated it more. She briefly recalled sucking off a man in the bathroom of the bar. She remembered the dirty stall with graffiti all over the walls and the disgusting toilet, but she couldn't even remember what the guy looked like. She sighed and rolled onto her back, staring straight up. The ceiling as it had done on countless occasions before spun in a sickly manner.There was no reason to continue this senseless existence any longer, Julie thought. From a rather plain looking bag she pulled a bottle of pills. I’ll tell Karen you asked about her.”“Please do. I miss the taste of her pussy.”“Can I ask you. Is it true she tried to commit suicide that night?”“Yes, she did try. When the mind is tormented to the breaking point, anything can happen. Luckily her attempt failed and she’s realizing as bad as life had become for her, there is indeed is a brighter tomorrow. I remember the first time we went for a walk through the park and looking to the sky she said, ‘The number of beautiful sunsets, I would.