“No, it’s okay. I can see how much you want to do it, and we’ve always supported each other, so no, I’m on board with it.”Her suspicions now...confirmed Jill’s smile got a little wider and a whole lot less concealed. “Thanks, baby. Which brings me on neatly to the other thing I forgot to tell you last night, and this one I promise I didn’t give an answer to before we’d had a chance to discuss.”So, this was the second thing she’d ‘forgotten’ to tell me last night, and this was the one about which. I struggled to get comfy pressed in amid crinolines, silky slinky gowns, dozens of pairs of shoes, and the overall perfume of rose and cedar wood sachets. The tiny footsteps of my co-conspirator paused, and then disappeared with a soft click out into the club. Every dress smelled like my Scarlett. The heady scent was all Chanel and cigarettes, roses and powder. In an instant, I’d closed my eyes and staggered down memory lane. My recollection was a bit blurred thanks to a little too much scotch. Boy number one: “No man. The bitch started to cry! Something about why don’t you love me anymore?” Boy number two: “I told you that fuckin’ bitch is fuckin’ crazy, man!” I so wanted to tell these boys that their attitude is going to make them miss out on a whole lot of sweet sexual memories that they would cherish for a lifetime. And that it was going to be a long time, if ever, before boy number one gets laid again, after the way he treated the girl whose only “crime” was that she wanted to. I could feel his dick getting ever larger in my butt and knew he was not going to hold out much longer. "Where do you want my load, sugar?, " he whispered."Not in a condom, in my mouth," I gasped back, as he masterfully fucked me. By this time we had moved to a standing position, me bent at the waist and he behind me slamming his dick in and out of my butt in long strokes. The feeling of being empty and full, empty and full, empty and full was like nothing I had ever felt before. This man was a.