She had already saved him from a paternity lawsuit and even eliminated him as a suspect in the rape and murder of a female acquaintance.Mr. Weinstein'... knees were starting to shake a little and it sent a signal to Misty that he was on the verge of releasing his spunk straight down her wide open throat. His hands on the top of her head became more demanding than appreciative and he pulled her face close into her groin to give her his full discharge. His pubic hair was tickling her nose and her. Why dont we go upstairs and see what we can do about that? I asked. I picked her up from the couch and carried her in my arms to the stairs. Put me down before you break yourself! She laughed. Besides I have to go to the bathroom first. Ill be ready for bed in a minute! She ran naked up the stairs. I knew she had no idea what that sight did to me! I collected her discarded clothes from the living room floor and turned out the downstairs lights. I went upstairs just as she entered her bedroom,. I kept drinking until I suddenly found myself in a hotel room with the guy pumping his cock into me. For some reason I found myself enjoying the fuck and got into it, up to fully cooperating with him. After I woke up from my drunken stupor we changed positions twice for two more fucks and I just loved it. It wasn't making love — it was plain and straight fucking. After the first time I sucked him until he was hard and we went at it again. Then I sucked him up again, got on top and slowly rode. There was a light, cool breeze coming off the river. When she shivered, he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. With a sob that was a mixture of despair and release, she laid her head on his chest and cried until she ran out of tears. When her breath began to even out, she noticed the front of his old dress shirt was soaked. Fascinated, she gently ran a fingertip across the damp cloth. He’d come to be with her, to comfort her, and in return she’d drenched his shirt with tears.