Take a picture to prove it if you want.” I was getting turned on and was pretty much fully hard. My words were having an effect on Tonya, too. She h...d let her legs part, maybe without even realizing it. As I stroked her pussy, her hips were slightly moving in time with my strokes.Without comment, Tonya’s tongue flicked out and lapped up the pre-cum from my tip. She tasted it then moved forward to engulf the head. I pressed a finger inside her about as deep in her pussy as my shaft was in her. ” She shrugged again, unable to articulate it.“Vacant? Vacuous? Obvious? Shallow? Damaged? Desperate?” I supplied helpfully. “Honestly, for a second, I couldn’t believe she was real. She seems like she was designed in a lab for use in the porn industry. But then when she thought your new boyfriend was late, I realized she wasn’t performing for my benefit. That’s just who she is. There’s nothing behind those eyes. That’s a revolting thought. I don’t think she has a thought that isn’t sex.. Pretend it was Jack touching her body as Samuels would surely touch it, pretend that her loving husband's penis was being thrust inside her when the time came instead of the grotesque monster of this gnome-like fiend... yes, that was what she would do, that was how she would survive this night... Almost eagerly, Sally Reagan's fingers sought the scarred humidor on the table next to the pictures and next to an odd looking, black-cased, slender thing she had never seen before. She opened the box,. She said she suddenly didn't feel good. I called a taxi and she left for home.It took a month until we started seeing each other again, apart from Phil. She never really told me what happened, but I guessed. I suppose she didn't think it wise to fuck my husband right under my eyes. And maybe Phil didn't understand.You're right. I'm bitter. Shouldn't be, but I am.That long weekend I am referring to was the absolute pinnacle of summer. It was sweltering. A merciless sun beat down from a cloudless.