No contest I tell her. Abi is the best fuck ever. Abi is out of this world. Every aspect of sex with Abi is fucking cosmic. She smiles contentedly and...asks if I would like her to blow me. Yes please, I say, and she sucks me off with the art and skill of a top dollar whore to a second orgasm. Does my wife do that for me ever, she wonders, settling back into my arms. No, I tell her. Oh poor you, Abi says. I tell her that Miriam and I stopped having sex of any kind a while ago.You told Abi. I was getting pretty turned on so i then slipped off my panty's and put them in my purse.Since i already had a short skirt on i was able to get to my wet pussy easily.I began rubbing my clit and pussy lips and it sent a shiver up my spine .I moved the chair so the back of it was facing the door so i could spread my legs wide and i had my feet on the desk.My pussy was so wet by now i was able to slide two then three fingers in easily, as i did so you could hear my wetness as my fingers were. She’d been sitting this way for nearly an hour, with the can now almost entirely buried in her rectum. Although the rim of her sphincter was already raw from a full day of preparation, she knew the worst was to come. She looked at her watch. 10:56 pm. Leaning to one side with the can still planted inside of her, she grabbed the gin that Eugenia had left for her, remembering her advice: ‘It’s going to hurt in the morning either way, so you may as well be drunk.’ Although Betty had only drank. She didn’t like being this way. She wanted to be herself again. She wanted to be strong and willful, bold and powerful, she wanted to remember what it was to shine and have pride. As she lay there she worried that this was all that was left of her. A balled-up shell of a formerly confident woman who had been exposed to the fact that she was hollow on the inside. She needed him to fill her, but if she held onto him much longer, she knew with certainty it would be her end at the same time..