I remembered I needed to."I am insanely happy to fuck you all you want. But that's . . . that's why you can't cum in me. I'm sorry. I know I'm damaged...goods. The one thing I need to not happen is the one thing I know men want more than anything. I'll understand if you want to go." And she lowered herself back on to the floor, and started crying again.She didn't flinch away when I put my hand on her. "Georgia . . . I . . . I didn't know. I'm sorry. I didn't understand what it would do." I. She moisturized her exposed legs, making them shine in the light. Of course, she knew her protruding hips and her busty breasts are what made her body picturesque. She professed, she knew she was cute.When men looked, she took it as a tribute. But really she thought it was getting old. She wanted to be liked for who she was instead of fantasizing what she looked like unclothed. She knew it wasn’t going to stop, but that’s really how she felt.When she was packing to go, she texted back. " Yeah, things are starting to look up. Now ... why the hell are you here?" I said, unable to hide my sneer."I'm trying to right a wrong."I watched her closely, trying to determine if she was sincere or if this was just another attempt to screw with my life. I immediately realized if I could've told that, I wouldn't have been so blindsided when she left me."Which wrong is that?" I said, tasting bile in the back of my throat."The wrong of hooking up with an old boyfriend at your sister's. I had gotten good at deep throating Brett in the pool house, every day. I loved having him put his hands behind the back of my head and making me swallow his cock like a good little slut. He made me really good at it and, now, I was getting to try it on another man's big cock. With Ben's help, I slurped a full six inches of his cock with my lips on the first try, taking half of his massive meat into my mouth at once. Fitting the big head of it in my mouth was the hard part. I licked the head of.