‘What do you mean?’ I ask. ‘I mean, what about cheating on her? You know, make her feel what you feel.’ She says. ‘I don’t think it would ...ffect her the same way it affects me.’ I reply. ‘Besides, I don’t think I could do it.’ She bumps my shoulder again, ‘Oh, don’t think you can get it up, hunh?’ ‘What?’ I ask, turning to see her laughing. ‘Oh, I could get it up, don’t you worry about that.’ ‘Why would I need to worry about it?’ She asks, with a smile. I realize that she’s playing with my. Her reaction to this caught me completely off guard. She grabbed my head and lifted her ass a foot off the bed and squirted a quart of cum straight into my mouth. With my pinky still in her asshole, I shoved my two fingers back into her pussy as I attacked her clit with new vigor. She sprayed my again and I never left her clit. As she started to buck I removed my fingers from her pussy and ass, grabbed her ass and lifted her pussy to my face and attacked her clit hard. She grabbed my head. We just have to make sure that he doesn’t decide to make that a problem.”It wasn’t about revenge on Stan, it wasn’t even about bringing her own share to the table. It was about her own pride and dignity.She nodded. “Alright, let’s go. I don’t think I can hold down food until this is resolved.”I drove this time and let her lead me into the facility. Stan was in hospice care by this time. Treatment had been abandoned in favor of caring for the patient’s comfort and dignity. She led me to his room. 2 minutes latershe looked again. She must have been startled by that, because she turnedher head away from the window to look directly at me. I automatically didthe same.**He?s too old to flirt with**, I heard in my head before I turned to thewindow and broke contact. She must have done the same, because in thereflection, we made eye-contact again. She smiled.Then hell broke loose:**He is not that bad looking but not that good looking either agedifference is overrated anyway like with a lot of.