One time specifically comes to mind when he came up to my room looking for a condom, his girlfriend was downstairs. He was wearing nothing but his box...rs and he looked me in the eye and let out a grin and said to me and said "can u help a brother out?"then shifting his gaze downwards towards his crotch, he was starting to buldge, I said jokingly I didn't think I had a condom small enough for his size, i was sitting at my desk and then he moved toward me until his crotch was near my face and. I pulled her head toward me as I thrust my hips up. She was amazing! She kept going, taking all of the cum I gave her. It was for sure one of the best orgasms of my life. Once I had my wits about me again, I knew what I needed next. I had seen it up close when she began to fuck my husband and I was now beyond ready to see what that pretty little pussy of hers tasted like. My husband was happy to lie back and watch me have such fun tasting her amazing vagina. After a while, I felt him spreading. Call me a wimp, or a pussy-whipped husband or what you will; I forgave her, and put it behind me. It was a one-time thing, and was alcohol related — too much to drink and a known predator ready to pounce. I believe her assurances that she won't ever get into that position again.I don't suffer from visions of her having sex with him, or anything like that. I don't worry when she has to work late, or visits her mother or sister on the weekends. In short I have put it away.Laurie went to her. "Meredith figured out where Brock was headed."Oh," she said. "I, huh, are you saying you want to exclude Randi?" Not exclude her," Brock said. "But lessen her role in our lives. I know she's your friend but, well, it's you that I'd rather spend time with."Meredith looked away."You're right," she said. "It's not that easy. Brock, I guess I should just say this. I love Randi." I know," he said. "I love her, too." No, Brock," Meredith said. "I mean, I love her. Just like I love you. Not as much,.