I sort of forgot about it for a couple days and went back to everyday life. Joe asked me to stay home on that Tuesday because someone was coming by to...install a cable box. I told him ok and tried to have a little fun. "I miss your cock baby, do you miss my candy ass?" I asked him. Joe got embarrassed and told me he was with people and hung up quickly. I was devastated.I drank a whole bottle of passed out on the couch surfing Grindr but not being brave enough to contact anyone. I woke up to the. She was home alone.Is it alright if I call you now? she asked him over email.He said it was okay. She felt hyper dialing his number, on an adrenaline rush from the lust for him and knowing she was going to hear his amazing voice.“Hey,” he answered, already knowing it was her.“Hey,” she said back, smiling.For about ten minutes the conversation was normal, like the first time. Then she laid down on her bed. She knew he was laying down too.“What would you do if I just moaned in your ear right. While he bit and kissed and sucked her pebble hard nipples, his hands caressed the insides of her thighs. He spread the cheeks of her plump ass, and stroked the line from the hilt of his cock to the base of her spine. Each time his fingers brushed lightly across the puckered hole between her cheeks, her body jolted. Everything that Luc did to her was a lot sinful and a little depraved. He didn’t hide their affair behind closed doors, but flaunted it before an unsuspecting audience. Instead of. Reverend Mitchell pulled out of my asshole in astonishment. My fiance balled up his fist, and punched the Reverend right on the nose. He fell in a spurt of blood, and landed in a moaning heap. John drew back his foot, and planted a kick, hard, in the Reverend's stomach. The air whooshed out of his lungs with a strangled cough. “ Kelly is not a whore!” my fiance screamed, his eyes wild. My fiance kicked him a second time. “ John!” I cried out, shame momentarily filling me. Then overwhelming.