She was hoping that maybe she’d get lucky and be taken out of this very long and tedious dry spell she had been in.Playing with Bob was about the on...y way her pussy had an orgasm. Samantha would fuck herself about ten times a day. She loved feeling herself come and loved tasting her sweet pussy juices. But, she really missed sucking on men’s cocks. Men loved that she liked to swallow. Samantha missed the taste of cum.She hadn’t tasted cum from a guy’s dick in over a year. She was starting to. . . his cock already hard and dripping pre-come. I felt hands on my boobs and recognized Gina’s touch, the way she always started, underneath, drawing her fingers up before capturing my nipple with her thumb. From the bathroom came the unmistakable sound of a male peeing. A minute later, I felt a large weight pushing down the bottom of the mattress. The legs that brushed mine as the weight moved forward were not smooth. “Don’t . . .“ I began. “Shhh . . .” Gina whispered, “only good things.”. I closed my bedroom door a little so it was just cracked. I took a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt out of my drawer and took off my clothes. I smelled musky and sweaty and decided I had better put on some deodorant as well. I was standing in my room in my in just my underwear, blue briefs, when I heard my bedroom door creak as it was opened and turned and saw Mrs. Jennings standing in the doorway looking at me."Did you have sex with that…that harlot?" She asked.I swallowed hard, "No, but I. Lots of problems. It caused him to leave the country. She drummed her fingers on the countertop as she watched him move about in her kitchen as if he belonged. She didn’t even really know why she let him in … she had wanted to just shut them all out and end that part of her life. None of it made any sense … she didn’t want to be a part of it but yet there was something about him. ‘He’s not here and you are. Just please …’ she sighed, reaching up to rub her forehead. She probably shouldn’t even.