"Arkham? Did you go to Miskatonic?" The expression changed from disdain to calculated interest when Guy assured him that he was indeed a graduate of A...kham's local college. "I haven't been back since my tenth reunion. Class of '98."This change of topic inspired some hope in Guy. "Class of '06." They shook hands as if they were meeting for the first time, rather than an hour ago."Wouldn't happen to be a Lambda?" No, I'm a townie. In fact, I'm going back for my brother's wedding on the 4th of. My mouth waters with anticipation. I stroke them both, leaning in to give each swollen head a kiss. I’m in cock whore heaven.Jason grasp the hem of my blouse and pulls it over my head. The cool air meeting my hard nipples sends a rush of blood to them, causing them to crinkle and tighten up. I reward Jason with taking his cock into my mouth while still stroking the other shaft. My tongue licks around his head and down the shaft. I can taste the saltiness of his pre-cum and have a flashback from. We filled out the papers, gone to court, and wasawaiting the decision of the judge. We both decided thatin celebration of our pending divorce we would attend amotorcycle rally, the “boogie “and party hardy like wehad once done in our happier days.Lisa was 15 years younger than myself, a fitnessinstructor with the body appropriate for her professionwith the constant smile on her face that flirted withevery man she met. During our marriage I would confronther about her flirting with. She did not say anything, but pointed me to the living room where her mother was sitting on the very couch I had deflowered Christa yesterday.She wasted no time and said, "Hello Steven it appears we have some talking to do. My daughter is telling me you had your way with her yesterday and now we may have a problem."Christa sat across from me, her head down and hands in her lap. Apparently she had told a tale to her mother and I was now the villain. I didn't say anything to her; I figured at.