“It started with a lot of fire and commotion,” she said with small, sad smile. “But then,” she sighed, “I guess real life intruded. He works...all the time. I’ve just become part of the furniture. He’d be astounded to learn that I feel like I’m just a fixture to provide for his needs; cooking, cleaning, and making a home for him.” “And sex,” I stated. She shook her head. “You can’t ask me that.” I reached over and took her soft hand in mine. “I did, though.” “You would think,” she began, then. “Come here, Mary,” he beckoned her. “I want to taste your pussy.” Mary sat on his face and began grinding against it. Carol and I moved down to his cock and began sucking and licking along the shaft and suckling his balls. We took turns having him inside our mouths while Mary rode his face to a climax. Then Mike flipped Mary onto her hands and knees. He pushed two fingers inside her asshole. “Nice and tight, aren’t you?” he smiled. “Come here, my little sluts, clean my face like you did my. I held the markers steadily in one hand and the bullet in the other and hesitantly turned the little vibe on. The friction, that hot buzzing against my clit, was intoxicating. Not a full minute passed before I had my first orgasm, and I hadn't moved at all. I removed the bullet and took a moment to bask in the post-orgasm quivers moving throughout my body. I knew I couldn't enjoy the pause too long or my courage to keep going would fade with each second. I touched the bullet to my sensitive. Besides," Chris scooped up a forkful of his eggs, stuffing it into his mouth. "Still tastes good." They both ate in silence, forks scrapping against their plates. With her plate cleaned, Lynn looked up at Chris. "May I borrow your computer for a while? I want to order some new clothes. And I have to send off some emails for my work. I don't think I'll be going back anytime soon." Chris nodded at the young woman. "It's on dial-up but it works. The computer is in the back room. I'll show you.".