I was absolutely drenched in cum... And it made me feel so... Sexy. So independent. So quintessentially single. It was incredible.After they'd all cum...they walked through to the kitchen, leaving me on the bed. I lay there, with my hands between my legs, slowly rubbing my clit and pussy lips, getting turned on again.The next voice I heard was Clare's. "Hey Tiger" she said (she called me Tiger on account of my deep red hair, almost orange like a tiger)" Have fun?" Oh hell yeah" I replied.Clare. Shes…um…shes Brians girlfriend, he replied sheepishly. You were fucking your best friends girlfriend? I asked, staring directly into his fearful eyes. Um, yes…maam he said. I stood there silently, just to watch him squirm nervously. After a moment he said, She told me that Brian wasnt big enough for her. I let him stand there for another moment, wondering what I was going to do. I could tell I had him scared. I threatened to take away his cell phone and computer, or worse I told him I was going. I wonder what strange thing he wants to try this time?"Carl, I think I'm too sore, but just in case, when, where, how many, and how much?"The trucker didn't leave a name, only a number. "310-555-3326 – have no ride, kinda sore, maybe next time." Eddy – sounds like fun, usual place? Just you and me, or did you have other ideas like last time?"Dropping the phone down at her side, Olivia laid there and let out a big sigh while staring up at the ceiling. Her brain was in gear thinking about. I cried for days after my first experience with a young boy who died from leukemia. Sandy really helped me learn how to deal with it. You need to take joy in the fact that you were the right kind of person for them to be around during their final days and that they knew how much you really cared. She said it will always be hard, and if it becomes easy then it’s time to walk away. She also said to focus on the good stories to put in perspective why you want to be there.”“Now I’m kind of.