I can taste my juices all over. You’re right, I taste so sweet. We start to make out, just as we were doing in the hall earlier, only this time, t...ere’s no clothes to hamper our exploration. My hands caress you hard shoulders, tight chest and hard abs. Your hands roam over my soft breasts, round ass and through my hair. We roll back and forth until I stop us, with me on top of you, straddling your waist and pinning you beneath me. I sit up on my knees a bit, so I can slide my hand under. .. that... bitch. Depressed, I started to stay home more and more, never going out. Jim noticed that I wasn't feeling well and commented several times but I brushed him off.I worked to hide the fact that I knew he was cheating on me, even having sex on demand when he wanted it. Then came the night of our fight. I had a long and tiring day at home cleaning and doing laundry. Several big jobs had needed done and tackling them, I over did it quite a bit.Jim came home all worked up and hot to trot.. She was still brushing her teeth, but more erratically now. Her sweet juices now added to the wetness of my saliva. I began to hear small noises escape her, even buried as I was in her thighs and pussy, which now slowly began to grind onto me and my delving, flicking tongue. I licked higher up and found her clit, just now peaking out of its hood. I darted my tongue across it and felt her jump in reaction, then press more into me with a moan. Her hips now pressed my head back into the cabinet.. . of course he’s having sex,” Mom said.“So...” started Grace, “When I’m 18, I can have sex?”From the radio ham shack in the basement, boomed Daddy. “No, Grace. You can have sex when you’re forty ... or married.”“Yeah, Grace,” my older brother, Charles spouted, “Forty or married. Lots of luck on the married part.” He chuckled over his swift repartee. Charles is a comedian in his own mind.Charles ... mister three hundred pounds and every bit of it fat, wouldn’t get married until he was thirty.