“Kat come.” Kat laughed. “I meant, a fruit flavor." “Hmm,” I replied. “Peach, I guess.” “Mine’s strawberry,” she countered. And...with that, Kat picked up two jars off the store shelf. I read the labels. “Peach tingle” and “Strawberry stimulation.” Personal lubricants. Not that we needed them. I was dripping into my panties, and there was a very visible spot on pantiless Kat’s skirt. But I instantly got even hornier at the thought of a mouthful of "Peach-Flavored Kat Juice." And I could tell. Wear it and prosper.’ Drew’s mother had tears in her eyes she was so proud. Her brothers and sisters accepted the aged patriarch’s words as they had all of his commands. Family tradition decreed that the heirloom, the patriarch’s blessing and all his possessions go to the male of his choosing. With the urging of the family, Drew placed the ornament around his neck. He received a kiss from the old man. Later that evening, Drew escaped from his relatives by going out into the backyard. He came. Coincidentally, it was also the day he broke up with me. SO I just didn’t bother anymore. Plus, it really hurt. So fuck that. I met Emily at Taco Bell, where only the classiest dine. She was with her friend Victoria, who had a snake with her. Dirty tramp, that one was. But this isn’t about that stupid cum dumpster, it’s about my gorgeous fiancée and me. Emily changed my life. I asked her to come over one night. She had just broken up with her girlfriend. Not being gay and only being with one. My wife and I barely talked throughout this time. My firm had lined up another role for me up in San Francisco, so I started to prepare for the trip – reading what I could find out about the financial services company I was going to be analysing and packing what I’d need for my time away. I was in our bedroom, in the middle of my packing, when my wife comes in and tells me she’s got one more thing for me to pack. ‘Sure honey, what is it?’ I asked. ‘First, I want to give you a going away.