.." and she interrupted reminding me that I must've liked it. I reluctantly agreed that it excited me to lick another man's cum from her pussy. She th...n admitted to me that many times we had sex were right after Rob had left. Until tonight she had always cleaned herself up but tonight she had changed her mind. We then had sex and fell asleep.After continuing like this for a couple of months Sherrie said she wanted to spice things up a bit. She called me at work and was talking nasty all day. To Natalie and I, everythingwas normal, so neither of us noticed the angry stares we were getting asI picked up some pink lipstick and a shade of eye shadow that probablydid closely match my eyes.It was a wonder no one had called the cops. Or was there more toremember? As we turned the corner on the way to the checkout line, Irecalled glancing at someone's face. Unlike the cashier and everyone elsein the store, he was smiling at us. I hadn't recognized him at the time,but now... now I could. Her mother made enough to support them. Her mother worked at SuperTech, a company that made all sorts of cool appliances, toys, and other things.Her mother worked in the engineering department, and built all the new inventions the higher-ups came up with. Because of that, their house was full of top-of-the-line electronics.For Emma's sixteenth birthday, her mother got her a new laptop that ran better than any computer she had ever used. This was just one in a long line of great presents her. Not all women orgasm the same, I thought, but they usually called it better than “nice.” Still, if she had no problem with it, why should I complain?After all, she was letting me orgasm inside her as many times as I could handle. All through high school I had dreamed of a woman letting me mount her, nail her, and finish inside her whenever I wanted for as long or as fast as I wanted, so why should I complain now that I had it? It was a friendly connection with free and happy sex, and I really.