I have occaisonaly fantasised about those days when I had serviced my friend.Jerry returned to join us and I went to take my turn in the bathroom, and...promised to mix Janet a fresh margarita while I was inside, as I rounded the stairs coming down from the second floor bathroom I passed a open window that looked out over the deck, I heard Janet softly laughing and when I looked out Jerry was standing up looking down at his waist, his cock was plain as day to see and I could see he must shave the. “Don’t move,” I said, “I’ll be right back.” I got a wash cloth and wet it with warm water. I rushed back and slowly cleaned the cum from his skin. I took my time with his cock and with his balls. Straddling his legs, washing him like this, a surge of warmth swept through me, part love and an unreasonable lust. I continued to rub his balls long after they were as clean as they were going to get. My husband hadn’t fucked me in months, and for the past two years, he’d shown little enthusiasm when. Tacked up onto the freezer door, were multiple photos of her and the other girls. Backstage, onstage, party shots. In a daze, she ran her fingers over the photographs realizing that she could no longer deny the fact that she was a dancer. She picked up one shot in particular, a photo of herself, dressed in a sequined, white satin leotard, perched atop 2 1/2" heels, in a classic Rockette pose. She muttered to herself as she backed away into her living room. She turned and stared out the window. Pete had cause Bill untold suffering, that is true. But, it was a wrongful death to be sure.The boyfriend would never have gotten syphilis if he'd been faithful to his girlfriend, he wasn't going to die, probably, but there was some suffering ahead for both he and Bill's ex-wife, Melody. Turnabout for Melody was fitting, in Bill's mind.That was something Bill took glee about, making Melody suffer. "After all, she caused me plenty of suffering," he mused."What a paradox; what kind of man am I, a.