It would never have worked with me. I was wrong. I am sorry.”“I can never forgive you.”“I know that. But I could not see what was happening. D... you know how long it was before I came out? To you it must have seemed like eternity. Between your scream and the time when I cut his throat was the space of three breaths.”I was staggered. I had thought she cowered in that hole listening to him **** me and only acted when her guilt finally overcame her. I realized that I had been unfair. But this only. Marisa right away apologized for being late telling me she got held up. Yet all I could picture in my mind was the sight of her getting fingered by my black neighbor not even thirty minutes before. Asking her if she found her cell phone she said yes that it was at a friends house.We spent well over an hour there talking and eating. All around it was a good time. We said our good byes in front of the restaurant and I headed straight for my car parked around the street. Looking back at my wife I. Samantha asked if I had any questions. I didn't so we went our separate ways to do our workouts. Both Marion and Samantha warmed up on ellipticals. I started on a treadmill next to Samantha.We warmed up for about ten minutes then they went about their routines while I did a modified version of mine. Their gym wasn't as big as the one on campus so I skipped a few things figuring since I'd be back to school Monday; this was just a refresher to keep me limber.After about an hour both ladies had. 'I think you enjoyed it too', I said mischievously, as I took hold of him again and shook it as I wrapped my long fingers around it again.'It was nice', was his reply, to which, from nowhere I asked him bluntly, 'Would you like to feel something else', to which he just nodded in the affirmative?I slid down the bed and under the sheets, and took him into my full mouth, working my lips and tongue, as if feasting on nectar for the first time, never feeling full or any gagging reflex, just deep in.