I finally realized the time as Michael and I made out."I've got, like, three minutes to get home," I protested as I broke away from his kiss."Are you ...ll right with this?" Michael asked. "I didn't freak you out with the kiss?" I don't know," I admitted. "I never expected ... I ... I'm just confused." This is our secret?" Michael asked."Yes, totally," I agreed. "How could I tell?" I want to be more than friends, Rosie," Michael responded. "Can you feel that way ... about me?" I don't know," I. He reached for another cigarette and lit up.There were already five other empty beer bottles standing on the side table next to the chair, each with its burnt offering of nicotine in the bottom of the bottle. He wondered briefly if there was enough beer in the kitchen to last through the rest of the night. And enough cigarettes. If he ran out of either, he would have to find something else to do, and he really didn't want to resort to that. Especially if it meant going to sleep. He really,. She really has no answer for him. And even if she did, she would be too afraid to speak.Alex slowly turns the doorknob. The door swings open, quiet. She hears her heartbeat crashing in her ears. She tries so hard to stand straight on her own, but she cannot."Kneel. On all fours. Head lowered, don't move."Alex walks into the very dark, ear splitting quiet room. He turns on a single light, bathing his senses in white. In purity, in cleanliness. He walks over to a large wooden rectangular table,. She laid down in bed and said, don't lick me to hard babe, he was really rough on my pussy tonight and its sore. I then began to make love to her wet and sore pussy with my tongue. Although it had been a few hours since he fucked my wife, I could still taste a little bit of his cum in her pussy. Its that reminder that, his cock was in her pussy and he fucked her and made her cum non stop. That his cock is the one that made her pussy so sore and swollen. That is was his cock that made her scream.