Against my better judgement, I reached down and began stroking my cock, focusing on that image of her. A small part of me kept saying, This is so wron..., you sick pervet, but I kept masturbating. Who wouldn’t? I was still incredibly tired, and I fell asleep without cumming, but the whole time I kept thinking about Truly. -*- In five days I was well enough to go downstairs for dinner. Everyone except for my mom, probably at work, was at the meal. Max was going on about his summer camp and how. "I think you need a special 'punishment' tonight..." There was a great deal ofemphasis on the word punishment."What are you doing honey???? Why aren't you doing me like I need? Oh baby,please, I beg you... Stuff your big thick thing up my pussy! Please?!"Markie heard what sounded like a rubber band snapping and then looking atthe floor and saw the wrinkled condom hit the floor."Because you looked at that silly little chicken-girl I'm giving you my loadso it'll drip out of you on your way home. Which wasn’t surprising, Max’s friends had pretty much all been men up until now, and she had fucked and/or dated pretty much all the ones that weren’t gay, so really it could only be natural that she had confusing feelings about her first female friend. Later Max found comfort in the fact that once her shift ended Caroline just sat in one of the booths and waited, minutes ticking by with no sign of the slut trying to steal her girl. And ok, Max HAD to keep those kinds of thoughts to herself,. "By the time they had worked their way through most of their life stories they had also finished the bottle of wine. Both quite tipsy, Marilyn made no demure when Connie insisted she spend the night. Giggling like two teenagers conducting a sleepover, they had each undressed and put on one of Connie's extra-large t-shirts she kept for sleeping.As they snuggled down into the bed, without even really thinking Marilyn had leaned over, said "Goodnight" and kissed Connie. That simple kiss seemed to.