Nice and wet, she took my tool and impaled her pussy into her deepest folds. She was so slick I slid all 7 and ½ inches of my shaft balls deep into h...r. Whether it was aftershocks from her previous climax or a new one, her folds pressed and massaged and spasmed around my cock. She was so tight I knew I wouldn't last long. I tried to slowly thrust into her but she was increasing her thrusts. I heard a familiar hum and knew she had her vibrator on high. I grabbed her hip and started to piston in. .. all very tiring work.Like I said, I was tired. Exhausted even. So why couldn't I sleep?I knew why, even if a part of me didn't want to admit it to myself. I needed that bastard. I wasn't used to sleeping alone, and to top it all off, I was horny. My body was used to the rhythm of the nightly fuck, and now longed for it badly. I had tried to masturbate earlier, but his image kept flashing into my mind, and I would just get angry instead of pleased.Well, I certainly wasn't getting to sleep the. "Are you going to be ok there?" Sure of course." Love you." "Love you too. Have fun."And yes I was ok. Sure, no sex for a few days would be rough. And I know I didn't deserve sympathy, but for the past couple of years, with rare exceptions I hadn't gone more than a couple days without Cindy satisfying me in some way. A guy gets used to certain things. By Wednesday I'd gotten bored with wanking my own meat, even with the inspiration of Cindy's nude pics. I had them out on the end table next to. I had to pray that he would be in drag."Want to come inside for a drink?" I asked hoping he would say no."Sure," he smiled.Shit! I opened the door to my apartment and didn't find Nick anywhere.Chris came in and remained standing. "You can take a seat if you want?"I offered."Its okay. I am all sweaty," he excused himself.I got both of us glasses of water. "Thanks," he said drinking it down.Nick then exited his room and entered the living room. I stared at himin horror but to my surprise he was.