I used her, too, you know.”“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Kara and I both love you. We want to make this work for the three of us. But you an... I need to sort things out first. That’s what she wants. And it’s what pretty much everyone has advised me.”We were quiet for several minutes, with just the hum of the tires and the soft music coming from the radio breaking the silence. When she didn’t begin talking, I decided to prompt her.“It’s up to you what you want to tell me,” I said. “But you told. We were both very dirty, Bob had a great utility room with a wet room type shower which he directed me to, he said I could put my dirty clothes in the washing machine & use the shower, as he went to get me a towel, I stepped into the shower. The hot water was welcome after a days work, Bob appeared back, he put his own clothes into the washing machine & switched it on, to my surprise he walked in to the shower area beside me, asking if I didn’t mind, I had done sports in the past so taking a. I liked one and offered to buy it. She wouldn’t sell it but offered to give it to me. I took her up on her offer. We had it framed this morning and it’s hanging in my living room right now. While we were there, the owner of the shop offered to show her work and represent her. She does wonderful work. I’m proud that the first one outside her studio is hanging on my living room wall over the sofa.”Jennifer was impressed and was speechless. I decided to jump into the conversation before Jack got. Foolishly expecting something different, I recognized the aroma, the taste of every other woman who'd spread her legs for me. Who was it that said, and I paraphrase deliberately, 'a cunt is a cunt is a cunt'? Or alternatively, 'a cunt by any other name would taste as sweet'?I reached my hands up to fondle her teats. Had she ever breast-fed me? I didn't know, didn't care, but I began to suckle on her clit as though it was a nipple. Despite my best efforts to make her cum, she held out for over.