"I understand if you don't want me to be one of your girlfriends anymore. I was so hurt when Rhonda sent me that letter and then wouldn't talk to me o... the phone that I blamed everything on you. Instead of sharing our grief, I turned it into anger and let it influence everyone else. I'm sorry."I pulled Samantha to me and just hugged her."You were right," I said. "All of you. It was my fault. I let all of us feel safe because of the stupid agreement. I let myself feel safe and I hurt Rhonda. I. He reciprocates by rubbing his finger tips over my pussy slit, pushing my legs apart and appreciating how wet I am as his fingers slide easily between my lips, finding my clit and gently teasing it. I gasp hard, god I need to cum and it’s not long before I am on the edge of a screaming orgasm – I am noisy when I’m horny!I move to allow him to finger my hole, at the same time bending to take his cock into my mouth and sucking him deep into my throat, gagging a little on his girth. He slides all. I clearly remembered the taste of her lips- and I felt like I had died and went to heaven. Her lips were so sweet and juicy, if it weren't for the taste of the Jack Daniels, they would have been perfect. She got off me and got on her knees, unbuckling my belt and lowering my pants to my ankles. She grabbed my cock and looked at for a few seconds, slowly jerking it up and down. She placed her glossy lips onto the head of my cock and I could feel her tongue wrap around it. She gently sucked and. "I'm Jac..." they both started to say. "You first."He saw her glare at him, her lips tight and eyebrowslowered. "What kind of fucking mirror is this? Why doI see a damn faggot instead of myself?" My name is Jack Fox," he managed to say, "and I'mnot a homosexual."Her mouth dropped, "I'm Jacqueline Fox. What's goingon?" She was quiet for a moment then asked, "Ifyou're not a fag then why the hell are you wearing adress?" I was depressed," he said."And you dress like a chick whenever.