"Uh, hey," she said quietly, not even out of breath. But when she got closer, I realized she wasn't smiling. "Is something wrong?" "Its my asshole dad... he's drunk again," she said. "You never told me your dad was a drunk!" "I know, it couldn't get it out. It's really becoming hard to live with him. And after my mom moved away there's..." she trailed off. "I just don't what I can do, I'm stuck with him." "Come here," I held her in my arms. "It's gonna be alright." I had never been this close to. As we drove I gave him directions to my apartment. When we pulled into the parking lot of my complex, he shut off the engine and looked at me for a moment. Without saying a word he took my face in his hands and leaned over to kiss me. I responded to his touch instantly. His fingers were warm against my skin and his tongue was sweet in my mouth. I pulled away from him, ‘I think we should go inside.’ ‘I agree.’ I led him in the front door of my place and immediately through the door on the left. I bet your wondering at this point what I look like, and it would be damn indecent if I told a lie, so I’ll try and be honest as possible. When I started at Ash Vale University, I was a shaggy, 5.11 foot tall guy, who never seemed to have a sense of fashion. I had a flattish chest (I tried to get a six pack but alas it seems my body isn’t built for that) with reasonable sized biceps, not enough to go walk around in a tank top or anything. I would usually don a plain pair of jeans, white shoes. As my mind filled with the sounds of another man pleasuring my wife better than I ever could, I lost track of how many times Jill came. It’s a cliché, but after listening to the sound of her first, big climax, she seemed to be experiencing an almost non-stop series of mini-climaxes. It reminded me of watching waves breaking on the shore. Lots of little breakers, the occasional bigger wave, and then every few minutes a much, much bigger wave, so big you can see it coming in the distance. That’s.