"Yea, she's great," then after a moment of thinking, I asked, "Wait, what do you mean?" Jon laughed, "Nothing really. She just seems very mature for h...r age. I didn't feel like I was talking to a teenager at all earlier." "Oh yea. She's very smart and can keep up," I replied with a bit of pride in my voice. "And quite the stunner as well. You must be pretty protective of her and have to deal with your fair share of boys." His compliments seemed natural and I thought nothing of it. "Oh, it's. He slowed down his thrusts, once more going deeper instead of faster and finally he held. Letting go of her hips, he grabbed the girl's shoulders with both hands and pulled, getting that last half inch of his cock up her ass. He delighted in the squeal as he held her there with his right hand and moved his left hand underneath her body to her soaked pussy, knowing just the right way to finish Becky off.Pleasurable moans escaped Becky's lips, intermingled with the gasps and howls from the cock. Sometimes even at lunch. I managed to hide it from everyone for a long time. Tiger; I’m an alcoholic.”I took a deep breath and let it out.“But you’ve drunk alcohol since we’ve been married. And I’ve encouraged you! Why didn’t you tell me?”“Because I have it under control,” she said. “I don’t feel the need to drink at this point. I haven’t since the accident. Well, that’s not quite true. When everything went to hell back in October, I thought about it, but even then, I didn’t drink. I wanted to,. She would make tea and we would talk, she would give advice but most importantly, just listen to a teenage boy. I could tell her anything, as she would never judge or criticize. And I found that I could trust her. She had an apartment in a building that was sort of on my way home. We would sit in her living room and have our tea and talk. We were friends, nothing more. There was never anything sexual between us. Not that I didn’t think and dream about it, but I never acted on my feelings..