And now you tell me that you and Susan had a thing.”If I breathe one ... measly ... word about my mother, I thought, I’ll never forgive myself. T...ip was entirely too perceptive, especially with things I didn’t want to talk about. So I decided to keep him focused on what he already knew.“It wasn’t a ‘thing,’” I said. “It was—is—a relationship.”“It’s still going on?”“Not like that,” I said hastily. “We don’t have sex anymore. But we’re still friends. Good friends. Next to you and Gina, she may. .. after all, he was a good guy. But then some nights that didn't weigh in his favor as much as it should have. I looked across the room and caught the reflection of the bed in the tall closet's mirrored doors just as it was: two people sharing a bed curled on opposite sides so far apart the sheet between them was pulled taught. Looked like a flipping tent. Then my mind almost as if on purpose, to underline the contrast between past and present, pulled up a memory of another man, myself and our. Her other hand found my hard cock and she started jerking at a terrifying speed. She was right, I came very quickly. When I started, she aimed my cock at my mouth, so my semen was spurting all around the dildo I was sucking.“Now, we can get down to some real fucking.” She removed the dildo and told me to lick up all the cum. As I did, she said, “put a pillow on the floor for your knees and bend over the bed.” Assuming the position, she got behind me, removed my butt plug, and lubed the dildo. The thin fabric of the black dress increased the sensation of his touch. The bulge grew more. Small pulsations began to be visible. Emily smiled and said: ‘Suck me!’ An explosion of fireworks shook Tom’s head and he felt his own penis to stretch his pants. The man felt on his knees and focused his eyes on the throbbing bulge. Emily pulled the tight dress up and showed the wonderful view of her erect cock straining a scanty thong. Tom kissed the tip of the bulge. A spasm passed through Emily’s.