That was happening quite a bit lately. Despite weekly counselling sessions and a massive dose of Prozac, Sara could not seem to overcome the depressio... that dogged her every day and haunted her every dream. At moments, she feared that she would never find her way back from this dark place. She knew, of course, that divorce was a major life change that often plunged individuals into such despair. She tried in brighter moments to see the positive opportunities that this change offered her. Her. ”I pretended to not hear her, or at least not understand what she meant, and stretched, yawning and said “I guess I should be going now.” “Please, don’t eat and run. Please.” Suddenly, I felt kind of sorry for her, maybe she wasn’t a lesbian, maybe she was lonely, and just wanted some company. Here I was eating all her good food, ready to run out the door, and I was sitting with a desperate woman. I decided to sit with her. I was always one down for making someone’s day.We talked and I was. ..oh fuck..." I cried out as the first waves of pleasure crashed through my vagina. Spasm upon spasm rocked through me. I could feel my pussy open and close, as if it was milking the large cock pounding it. Suddenly, my 'visitor' stiffened, plunged deep inside me, fully impaling me, and quivered uncontrollably. I could feel his large erection pulsing deep in my vagina, telling me that he was ejaculating. "Oh yes, pump me full....give me your seed," I encouraged. "Jim, he's cumming. He's. ”“Gary!” Christy interrupted me before I could finish.“I was only joking,” I teased; she knew that I was going to mention her intimate parts.Christy threw a cushion at me, “Yes. He’s seen that as well!” We ate the delicious pot roast and drank two bottles of wine before we retreated back to the living room for more wine and conversation.We talked about how James’s house was coming along and again, I offered my services if he needed them and, around eleven o’clock James said that he should get.