She started rubbing her pussy while pounding my cock.I turned her around then and made her go on all fours. I inserted my aching rod into her wet hole...and started doing her from behind. I was simultaneously pulping her boobs from down under. She was enjoying every bit of it. She pulled out the stopper of the tub to my surprise and the water slowly started draining out. After good six to eight mins the water was gone and she asked me to make her lie down and get into missionary. I raised her. “I don’t think anyone thought you were a drip. And boyfriends’ reputations are comparative. Every time some guy dumps a girl, cheats on her, gets physical, makes a pass at one of her sisters, gets drunk and barfs on the lawn, Andy’s comparative stock goes up.“Then, too,” she continued, “over the summer you turned from a guy who owned three neckties to one who drove a Buick. Oh, I know it’s superficial...”“I thought a Buick was a dull car, a banker’s car.”“Andy, believe me, if you’d shown up. "There is some unfinished business of Gypsy's to take care of Howdy. Let me know when you can come see me." he said with a comforting smile and a gentle fatherly pat to my shoulder. I thanked him for coming to the service and promised to call when my head cleared up a bit. I thanked everyone for attending and invited all of them back over to Gypsy's house for a catered lunch. Still numb from the news no one wanted to accept, everyone seemed to pick at their food as each of us tried to make. It was really hot. I see that stain in the carpet never came out. But all summer, I never heard a peep from anyone about that. I didn’t tell anyone, and neither did you. So I knew I could do you all I wanted and you would never tell.” I knew Amy was smart, but she seemed to have considered all the angles. “That makes sense,” I said, still foggy and weak kneed. It was easy to ask inappropriate questions in that condition. “So this cumslut thing. Is that something you choose to be, or.