I started with, "How could you? You bitch, you whore. You fuck him and then you tell me he never touched you? You say you love me and the first thing ...ou do is lie to me? How can I trust you?" I put her through hell.She said it in a hundred ways. "I love you; I was afraid; I was wrong." We spent virtually the whole day alternating between yelling, screaming, crying, apologizing and everything else. I was young, stupid and self-righteous. It took hours until she got through to me."Ricky…baby…you. It had been only three days but it had been three days of vigorous work and he was anxious to get back home to his family in the Pacific Heights section of San Francisco. Gloria, whom he loved deeply, was a beautiful, poised and intelligent wife as befitted one of the cities leading citizens.But Nature wasn’t being cooperative. Sea-Tac Airport was almost shut down by the surprise snowstorm that had crippled it. Flights were delayed or even canceled. It could be days before Titus could get a. He drew back and we stared back at each other. He glanced down and smiled. "What?" I asked with smile. "Look down," he said. I looked down and my eyes widened at the huge erection he had in his shorts. Brad kissed me again, pushed me down onto the sand and laid on top. His dick hardened against my body as we kissed passionately. He pulled down his shorts and began rubbing his left hand up and down my dick, making me gasp out loud. "Suck me," he said shockingly in a low voice. I put my mouth. We can work on technique another time.”Jess paused another beat before doing as she was told. I felt her lips encircle my head and gasped. Heather was not wrong and I had to struggle not to shoot right then. Jessica removed her mouth for a moment and made a face. I think she didn’t care for the taste of both her, and Heather’s, pussy juices on my shaft. She went back on though and gave me a somewhat clumsy but still excellent blow job. (There aren’t really any BAD blow jobs.)Heather leaned in.