“What was that all about? I never saw you and Matt mad at each other before, what happened?”I had to defend my attack “He called you a whore.”...om straightened up, startled “What!?”“Yeah, he said you were a ‘fucking whore’ so I hit him.”“What on earth would ever cause him to say something like that? And what did he mean he that bookmarked something for you to ask me?”“Doesn’t matter, we’ll never see him again so it doesn’t matter.” I left my puzzled mother and fled the house.I got home about 11. Twelve years later I still hadn't gotten over it completely. I truly loved Janet and probably would still take her back today. Now at 35, my love life is still pretty lame even though I am considered good looking. I am just not a very good conversationalist. It had been at least 6 months since my last sexual encounter, a bar slut who I'd rather forget. It was Friday night, my poker night over at Stu's house. I was doing pretty good, both in my beer drinking and card playing. At 12:30, Stu's. I got her on her back now, and I crawled between her legs, I started to kiss around her bellybutton, and started to go lower, I slid her panties off as my lips went lower, she was still shaving, I had taken her virginity that night, and so this was easier, I started to lick her clitoris, and the inside of her lips, she was moaning in a gutteral pleasure, I decided she was ready.I came up on my knees, and put her feet over my shoulder, bringing her closer, I pushed my cock slowly into her pussy. Whatever it was, he decided to get a quick bite to eat from the kitchen before catching up on lost sleep.John opened the front door, walked down the hallway, and into the kitchen area. The sight that greeted his eyes was beautiful. Rosemary was sitting up on the table, her head tipped back with pleasure, her long dark hair flowing down her shapely neck and back. She had her legs spread wide, while Doe was bent over at the waist, with her back to John. Rosemary was forcing Doe's head deeper into.