Sleeping in Dave's bed was comforting to me. I buried my face in his pillow and convinced myself that I could smell Dave's essence. I turned over on m... back and held the pillow over my face, as I masturbated until I came.********The next morning, I was up bright and early. By the time I stepped out of the shower and dressed, Bill was in the kitchen."Good morning, sweetie," Bill greeted me, handing me a cup of coffee. "Want some breakfast?" Oh, no thanks, Bill. I'm not really a breakfast. As far as I was concerned, sex was a pleasure for men and a duty for women to endure to produce babies. I, obviously, wasn’t a good Catholic girl because I only produced one baby. A daughter, Imogen - Immy for short.It wasn’t for any particular reason. It just never happened. Probably because husband Tom - the git - lost interest in sex when my belly was bulging.When I say he lost interest in sex, what I mean is, he lost interest in sex with me. It took me about five years to realise he was. I cupped his great, hairy balls in one hand and tugged at his manhood with my other. His head popped out of its monk’s cowl and winked up at me. I covered it with my mouth again, to another groan from him.I kissed it, I sucked, I licked, and all the time he thrust up at me, slowly at first and then faster, and finally his hands went around my head and pressed me down on his tool, thrusting so hard I began to choke. Finally he filled my mouth. I took it all, and as he subsided I cleaned him. It was then that I recognized the woman's face. It was the hostess from the restaurant downstairs. I tried to speak, but the words failed to come out. I swallowed and tried again."You're the lady from the restaurant," I said quickly. " I don't understand. What's going on here?"I then realized that I was standing in front of a strange, naked woman, with my hard cock trying to crawl out of my shorts. I suddenly felt embarrassed and placed my hands in front of my bulging cock. I looked towards.