Humm now we are talking I thought. Then she asked if I come here often and that she liked my ass. Double Humm..was she messing with me? I pulled awa... and looked in her eyes and they would not dilate and they were open but there was nobody home. She was not a sluring drunk, just messed up mentally. I got her back to the table and had to run to the bathroom. When I got back she was passed out on some guys lap. I looked at him and he was bewildered. He said he just asked if he could sit. She held me tight moving her hands around my back and was enjoying the world of loving a women. I slowly moved close towards her earlobes and started kissing and sucking and finally licked them to make my babe more horny and I spend a lot of time here, She lost the control of her senses and feeling the fun in action.I turned her around and now its her neck and started kissing and biting her neck and making her more horny, I removed her single piece from shoulders with my hands and she was only. But what wasn't so fucking wonderful was the indisputable fact that my logical choice had left me at least as miserable as I might have been had I stayed and been her willing cuckold.I had the feeling, the thought, that Isabel loved me on some level; but that, whatever it was that I really lacked, left her needing to fill a need, that I never had or even maybe could, fulfill. I was sick at heart, lonely like nobody ever was, and no longer gave give a rat's ass what happened to me. I just. My body’s senses were becoming heightened even beyond sexual excitement. It felt just like I remember it felt like when I was doing ecstasy or molly. And then I looked at Emma and her trance now made more sense. She was high. I was about to blow up at her but I realized that would be the worst thing in the world for Lydia. I grabbed Emma’s arm and brought her within whispering distance. I was right up against her ear so I could try and talk to her without Lydia hearing. “Are you high? Are you.