“Aight lil bro—no problem with any of that—you just never brought it up”!“So—what about ur loaded up ass then “?“Your jizz Matthew—f...om that morning—I was still holding it in for later”.We all just sat in silence for a few minutes, without speaking. I reach for the fridge, and another beer. Popping the top, and taking the first swig--“Ok—again, all you had to do was say so”.“No I didn't Matthew—you still ain't getting it !! You were interrogating me—you didn't deserve to know. The door opened immediately before my finger was off the bell, but barely wide enough for me to slide in. The reason was obvious. She wore a black lace teddy that barely covered her snatch. In a second, I realized that the skimpy garment should have gotten her husband as hard as a rock, even with true ED.She lifted the hem for just a brief glance, revealing a neatly trimmed blonde patch and wet labia. Most of the customers that I've fucked usually want to start out with a kiss, but Jane didn't. Her red wine splashed her white blouse and I took it from her, but not before she took another hearty gulp. She smiled at me, and I sensed she had gotten a nice kick from the alcohol. Her lips tasted of grapes, her tongue too, duelling with mine….I sucked it, the tip, lashing my tongue across her lips before sinking it into her mouth and crushing our slippery lips together. There was as much licking as kissing, tasting her lips right down in their corners, then feeling her paint mine all over. She’d sung for him on those long nights they’d spent together. He kept the tapes he’d made, his playing and her voice, to listen to now that her voice was forever silenced. Jill had given him her ring. Silver and turquoise in an Indian design, a present from her mother, she’d said when he took it from her, her voice begging him to let her keep it. He’d treasure it too, now, just as she had. Risqué Rhonda. He smiled at the thought of that perky little brunette. She’d been a handful, fighting him.