It was all I could do to keep from dropping to my knees right at that moment and I really wanted to stare at his crotch, but I had become an expert ov...r the years in the locker room of looking at people's eyes and then taking a glance when I could. I could feel that familiar bulge start to form in my pants so I quickly grabbed the towel, thanked him and went into the bathroom.As soon as I got into the bathroom and shut the door, I started to undress while holding the towel that had just been. I moved in and out and felt her moisten up.It was time to lose the finger. I leaned in and licked from bottom to the top, making sure I maintained pressure as I dragged my tongue over her clit. I heard a hiss as I did this. I concentrated on her pussy, trying to fuck her with my tongue. She tasted different today. I felt a saltiness as I swallowed. As she started moaning and moving her hips, I finally realized what was different. She had sperm mixed up with her own fluids and that's what I was. We would chat about near anything, sometimes sexual centered around Monica or other non sexual topics. some talk was how much James loved my wife's pussy, dark lips and nice and pink inside or how much cum he just blustered into her or she's a perfect 10 and a great fuck and a great cock sucker. Second rounds usually started in 2 ways, James would pull Monica down the bed, spread her legs exposing her just fucked wet cunt and licking out what was left of her cream pie. Other start was Monica. Sure, I had some good memories, but the Taliban make some good memories, too.I was furious with him for hurting Mom, though, and that’s why I didn’t miss him. His other wife claimed the body and buried him. We didn’t even go to the funeral. The “system” is pretty heartless in situations like this. To the law, it’s all black and white, and the shades of gray that are “the other family” are ignored completely.The exception was our university family. Granted, they didn’t know all the details, but.