We usually end up in the pub afterwards, then we'll come back here and send out for a meal, what do you say?" I need to go home and change." I'll take...you, no catch and no strings Nikki, I'm enjoying having you around and with respect, I don't want it to end just yet."She came towards me and sat on my lap with her arms around my neck, the heat from her pussy made my prick stir as she put her mouth to my ear and whispered."On one condition John." Name it." Fuck me stupid tonight."I played my. Soon though, I came to grips with the end of my life. I was no saint, to be sure. I had little respect for wedding vows, but I tried to help out people when I could. I kept my promises, although, to be honest, I fudged a little on what constituted a promise.When I met Ronnie, she was just a lay. She was gorgeous and hot as an August day in hell, but just a lay. Over those few months, I began to appreciate her for more than just her mouth and ass. I was nowhere near in love with her, but I was. At first it was in seperate beds under the covers but eventually ended up with them masturbating naked on top of the covers watching each other while they played.I was so turned on by this and i asked her if it ever went any further and she told me that on a couple of occasions it did. She said that they would sometimes taste each others fingers afterwards and also that they would lay together on the same bed and kiss as they reached orgasm. I noticed that she was touching herself while she was. I can’t remember any details, only impressions. There was sound – from both of us, I think. Repeating pressure and release. Consuming pleasure. Emptying. Love. Possession. Satisfaction. Power. Maybe even God.Then, like coming down from an hour-long headrush I was back in myself. I opened my eyes (I hadn’t realized they were closed). Lyn looked back at me from the bed, breathing heavily. Here eyes were now clear and intense. With some effort, I released my grip from her elegantly curved hips..