Its painfully clear your either too dumb to proof read the thing yourself, or too embarrassed to ask someone else to read it for you!" Fuck you! I'M N...T DUMB!", I whine at the computer as my puffed pussy spasms, spraying my flickering fingers with my juices. "I'm not dumb!" I say again, with a tiny whimper.For the next few days, all I can do is re-read that letter, and cum again and again. The parts I told you weren't even the half of it. This woman ripped my story apart. She might as well have. . wax based leather treatment ... Shit from Shinola ... Archaic phrase ... Stop it! You are trying to make me laugh and it's working ... I'm mad at you! I want to be mad at you ... you scared me half to death." Stevie appeared ... she thumped me in the chest ... hard. "Bastard!"With my arms around her she snuggled into my armpit (EWW)."Don't do that again! And don't pretend you don't know what you did ... and if you don't, I'm NOT going to tell you!"Completely and totally illogical. My Stevie. The way your tongue surrounds mine and the sweet exchange of your saliva mingled with mine. I can feel your hot mouth as it moves to my ear and the heat of the tip of your tongue as it darts quickly inside. The soft whisper of my name brings a rush of cum just inside my sweet pussy and your mouth moves on down to my hard and erect nipples. Slowly your tongue circles the left nipple and you blow so gently and close your mouth over the reactive hardness and I moan.My right hand starts to glide. Nothing out of the ordinary. That night, Jessica and I hit the hotel bar as we usually do, talking and getting drunk... thats all I can remember. *Boom Boom* The pounding on the door continues. Purely out of a desire to make it stop and not out of any desire to actually attempt to wake up, I drag myself to the door. I yank it open, and Jessica is standing there looking fresh-faced and rejuvenated with two coffees. “Good morning sleepyhead!” she yelled. Or whispered. I’m so hungover it all.