She just hugged me and started to cry. I consoled her. It was noon by now and she asked if I’ll stay for lunch. I was like yeah sure. So as she was ...utting veggies. I just went to the kitchen and saw her and was staring at her.Her big juicy ass which was waiting to get drilled. She understood I was staring at her and it looked like she wanted me to like make a move but I was scared what if it goes wrong. But then I’ve known her so I can tell her sorry and make it up to her. So I slowly went. Good as half way. Now don't make me add extras for getting up."I reluctantly reassumed the position. She gently rubbed my stinging ass. "Poor boy." She murmured, "Beaten by a girl." I wasn't sure if she meant the game or the beating she was inflicting now. Probably both."Legs apart a bit." She commanded. I complied and she reached around and fondled my still rock-hard cock. "There's a good boy," she said, stroking it gently. "Only eleven to go."Her ministrations of my cock were nearly making me. She hears the bathroom light turn off, she knows there is no turning back now.... the door opens, in steps a beautiful blonde hair blue eyed woman, she’s 5’10” and 160lb, with a nice pair of C cup breast. Becky’s heart beats faster. She’d always thought about being with woman, but chalked it up to fantasy, tonight she was gonna have her chance. Her name was Rebekah, Becky had met her on a swingers site and they had been talking for months, talked about all their fears and sexual fantasies. She. It's not exactly like paying work isavailable at every turn..." Unfazed, Erin simply replied, "I don't think4 years without a single paying job is the norm for a writer." Michaelshook his head as he searched for something to combat her accusationwith, only to find that nothing came to mind. Instead, he angrilystomped away toward the kitchen, exiting through the side door and intothe garage. A few moments later, the sound of his Harley could be heardas it departed their home... a fitting.