It was comfortable between us now, after several hard and bitter years. I don’t believe he has forgiven me but he no longer seemed to hate me. That ...as a blessing for me. Why did I talk to him when he wasn’t there? Because I never stopped loving him or counting on him for support when I was troubled. The fact that he wasn’t there wasn’t that much of a hindrance to me. I could see him as clearly as if he were. I could hear his comments and I knew what he would say back to me. I could carry on a. The last thing I could remember clearly was the start of a discussion about giving head and swallowing cock.The knock on my door woke me. One quick glance at my watch confirmed what I had already suspected. Friday night, closer to Saturday morning.Someone opened the door. A shadow was cast by the light from outside. None of my flatmates. My friends were out drinking. “What?” I turned on the light. David. It felt like a Deja vu. Four weeks ago, I had left his flat knowing that I would not see. You twist your hand and your thumb slips inside me too. You almost have your whole hand in, when I push down on you and it slips all the way inside me, right up to your wrist. You can sense that I’m about to come massively as I keep pushing myself down onto your hand, wanting it further and deeper inside of me. You are licking my clit like crazy now and you can feel my vadge start to clench and contract around your hand so hard that you think your hand is going to break. My mind goes completely. “hey, can I go to a party Friday” I asked as I reached for some crackers missing completely knocking my drink. “Oh crap” I yelled, I quickly stood up putting myself between my mom and the table cutting her off from any immediate assistance. “I’ll clean this up.” I moved the crackers allowing the water to spread as it began soaking into her underwear. I figured it was enough and picked it up with a pinch. “Kate why are you leaving things like this laying around.” I raised it in the are acting as.