" I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean it to sound that way. I was just hoping that you could give him something nice. Something he can be proud of." Belie...e me, this kid will wet his pants when he see these clubs."Dee smiled at me and said thanks. There was no more conversation after that but it was the first night since my night out with the guys that we didn't get into an argument over my supposed behavior that night.After that night, things seemed to be getting better between us. By Friday. Recently she discovered how much I like it when she talks about other men. I get jealous but I like to listen to her voice as we pleasure each other. Nothing quite as sexy as her eye contact while she strokes my cock and tells me about some guy she used to fuck until I can't take any more and throw her onto her back so I can ravage her. Or sometimes I'll listen to her telling me about a wet dream she had while I eat her sweet pussy until she cums on my face.While Sarah had been with her share. She bit my ear as she groaned loudly with every thrust.Like every woman I fucked, I wanted to make her explode, to give in to overwhelming pleasure, before I blew. Seems I was doing pretty well...Kelly was mad with lust now, and her ass clamed roughly against my cock. Everything was hot and wet; we were sweating, fucking like complete a****ls. I bucked against her as she rocked me. Her own cock rubbed against my stomach roughly, lubed by the sweat between us. She exclaimed with every thrust. Not even a hint of color within the empty void. It feels depressing, hollow, dark, but the alternative is worse. Ever since it happened, it keeps playing like a bad movie, over and over again. Never changing, always ending the same, and yet it still shocks you. You never expect it regardless of knowing the outcome. And it's never easy. Why should it? It was what changed your whole life in the first place...The digital alarm clock brakes you out of your sleep, still dreamless, still uneventful..