The super juice had been discontinued until I finally rested; which lasted nearly a full day.If my shaft even began an indication of stiffening, a nub...le body was there to relieve it with her mouth.Once rested, there was a celebration, and I was the one being honored. At first, I thought they were fattening me up to be sacrificed to their God of Fucking… I eventually realized that I had become that God.The routine became: super juice one day and fuck everything I could. Two days without super. That was great, for a while. But I don't want that anymore. I want someone to make me melt."Warren thought about that, and then something popped into his head. And he looked at Jessie in amazement. "Oh my God, this goes back to the cabin, doesn't it?" Yes, it does," Jessie admitted with a sad smile."This all started... I mean..." Warren couldn't say it."That first night you and I made love. Yes," Jessie admitted. "That's what started it." Jess, how many years ago was that?" It was the start, I. "Me?" "I'd call you a son-of-a-bitch," she steamed, "but I really like your mother." "What is your problem?" "False pretenses," she snapped. "All right, look," I said somewhat wearily as I took a chair at the kitchen nook table. "You're going to have to explain yourself." Kylie took a seat opposite me, her eyes flashing angrily. "I married you under false pretenses," she stated emphatically. I threw my hands up in the air. Before I got a word out, Kylie started in again. "There you were; this. The first time we met I was doing a wiring job at the house next to her parent's place. She kept teasing me by laying out in her backyard in a string bikini and rubbing her fine body all over with suntan lotion and ice cubes. She really put on a show! The last day I was there she masterbated herself while looking right at me. I had enough. I charged across the lawn and grabbed her. She said, "You can't please me." I was livid. I tore her bikini right off that fine body of hers and threw her.