I sort of forgot about it for a couple days and went back to everyday life. Joe asked me to stay home on that Tuesday because someone was coming by to...install a cable box. I told him ok and tried to have a little fun. "I miss your cock baby, do you miss my candy ass?" I asked him. Joe got embarrassed and told me he was with people and hung up quickly. I was devastated.I drank a whole bottle of passed out on the couch surfing Grindr but not being brave enough to contact anyone. I woke up to the. Blackened soul forgets meaning of intimacy.I yank at the cuffs. Growl. Reactions taken to mean one thing when really, they mean the tragic other.The flavors are just too similar. The sugared need too great.So I’m dragged further in, sliding through humming wet tightness, past fluttering tongue, until gagged resistance and sharp nails in muscled thighs. She pulls off and wipes her mouth and smiles off kilter and ten shades of wicked. It’s a crooked thing, that wide lush mouth: painted rich. I felt her let go of my head and looked up and she was squeezing her nipples through her shirt, but she kept her hips moving, fucking my mouth. She then pulled me up, spun me around, pulled my skirt up and panties down and after putting lube on the dildo, shoved it into my asshole. She didn’t play around, she fucked my ass hard and deep. She bent me over the hood of her car, grabbed my hips and gave me everything she had. She stopped and had me sit on the fender and lay back and entered me. Mona: Your other girlfriends, as-well?Ayan: Yes, Mom.Mona: So, I also am just like them.Ayan: Mom…Mona: I am also just like your girlfriends.Ayan: This is very normal, Mom. It is a part of life now.Mona: Have you ever fingered any of them?Ayan: Mom?!Mona: Tell me.Ayan: Yes, Mom.Mona: All three have had your fingers inside their pussies?Ayan: Yes, Mom.Mona: Will you push your fingers inside mine, too?Ayan: Mom…Mona: Will you? I am just like them, right?Ayan: You are not my girlfriend, Mom.Mona:.