“Penis,” she said, correcting my vernacular automatically. We had been taught to call a spade a spade, as opposed to calling it a goddam shovel, s... to speak.“Penis,” I said, not willing to argue the point.“Yes.”“Well I played with it today. And stuff shot out of it and I tasted it.”You’d have thought Shannon had flipped back the covers and found a dead body in our bed. I had to put my hand over her mouth to quiet her down. While I was doing it I wondered why I was doing it. I wondered why I was. She didn't bother to wipe up before she came in. And she used my ill-advised comment to make me kiss her ass with the tracks on it. Made me put my tongue in her ass. She spread her ass open to get me in deeper. And made me lick her used pussy. And put my tongue in there. Frustration and anger started setting in. She was getting off on what she was doing to me. I remembered her pussy pouring juices out. When I put my tongue in her ass, her pussy pretty much sucked my nose in. Her juices flooded. YOU! Please treat her as you did me this evening.Cathy"I sat up, holding the note. My life had taken on the unreality of a romance novel. Looking at the clock, I noticed I slept two and a half hours later than normal, and I was craving coffee badly. Showered, dressed, and out the door, I made my way to the dining room. It was almost deserted this time of morning, but Leah was sitting there, sipping coffee, looking over some notes. We could have all left weeks ago, but there was just something. I looked into the mirror over the dresser and saw her smiling at her reflection. I smiled back at the mirror, watching her breasts bounce and wobble as I forcefully took her."Fuck me like it's your last!" she growled. Redoubling my efforts, I slammed harder as I reached sround, grabbing her breasts, one in each fist. "Oh, God. Yes!" she cried, "So close. So fucking close!"I grabbed a fistfull of her hair in one hand as I mauled her breast with the other, rapidly approaching my own orgasm. .