”“Yeah, but I’m not supposed to re-live your life with her. I’m more than willing to make new memories. But I don’t want to re-enact what yo...’ve experienced with her. I’m Rachel. I’m not some kind of replacement Julie.”“Rachel, I am who I am. Julie is a big part of me and my past.”“So I’m supposed to share you with another woman for the rest of my life?”“Share me? Well, I don’t see it that way.”“I do.”“Well, I can’t change that.” I was a bit upset now. “If you see it that way, yes, you’ll have. When lunch was finished myself and ann went to the kitchen to get an icecream and watch some tv while our parents stayed outside drinking wine and chatting. so we sat there watching the tv eating our icecreams, and all i could focus on was anns tounge licking and swirling around the ice cream and imagining that the icecream was my hard cock that was now pushing hard against my jeans, and that the cream on her nose and around her lips was cum that i just shot all over her face, i was nearly. " Of course, her demeanor belied that response. I asked if there was anything I could do. She paused, then said, "I wish you could!" Well, that was my cue. I engaged her in conversation, finding out much about her. 26 years old (actually looks about 17), single mom of 3 k**s - the oldest 10 y/o. Since she'd been making babies for 10 years, I gathered she was alone, somewhat living on the financial edge, and very tired.Conversation was good. All of a sudded, I noticed tears in her eyes. I. I swallowed spit and opened my mouth. The words came out trembling. "Y...yes...I ...I will be...your...cu...cum slut, Master. I'll...obey you. Now...plea...please let me cum!! I'm...begging you!" I was crying and begging. I needed to cum. I would've done anything. He grinned wickedly. "Good girl. You may cum" and as he said that my juices exploded and coated his cock. Providing a little more lubricant for him to shove his cock in me one more time before groaning and then filling my pussy with.