Lately, she had been less than cordial with him. The weight of the job and its seemingly endless problems made her cranky and Byron was forced to abso...b it. When did the job become more important than Byron? Strangely, it was when she began to lose faith. The less she trusted her work, the more important it became. A weird inverse relationship had developed and she was being sucked into its vortex. She felt wasted. Useless. When was the last time she ravished Byron for the sake of love? She. She tried September, October, November and went through December too. That picture wasn't in any of them. Neither were any of the other two."See?" I said. "The last time it was popular was six months ago. Plus there are tens of thousands of these sites, and the likelihood that anybody you know even looks at these sites, is next to nothing!" I said, filling my voice with hope."You did," she pointed out, turning those blue eyes on me."I'm a pervert," I said before I thought it through. "You don't. " Not enough people around that listen. Glad to do it. Night night." Night night," Amy responded, and then hung up the phone. A sigh escaped her as she stood to straighten her nightshirt. She sadly shook her head and turned to her bed, silently cursing her bad luck.First, she'd found her high-school sweetheart of four years with some redheaded bimbo sucking his cock, and now she'd found the perfect man — who just happened to live all the way across the country.At only eighteen years old, she. She allowed herself to slip down further and the fullness increased as her cunt took in half the length of his shaft. Slowly he lifted her again to spread her slippery fluid on his dick. She pushed down on him again and felt the massive cock hit her cervix. She had as much of him inside her that she could physically take. Tammy sat there a moment and let her muscles relax to accommodate the organ within her. Slowly, gradually she started to move on him. The feeling of fullness was incredible..