She stuck her neck out to defend me on that.”“No, it’s not like that,” she looked back at me. “I just, I guess I knew things about you and M...lody, but I didn’t know THAT.”“Well, I didn’t think anyone else knew THAT,” I said with a faraway look. “And I don’t know how in the world Morgan found out. I hope you’re not upset, but I couldn’t tell you that. That was just for the three of us.”“No, not upset at all. Just worried,” she said, looking down again.“Worried about what?”“That,” she emphasised.. I was right, there was no turning back. I pushed my tongue out and fully stroked his cock with my tongue. My boner was straining, I was over the top excited to be licking my friends cock and he was loving it too.He said, ‘that feels great, my cock is soaked by your mouth, now suck it’I said to myself ‘I’m a cocklicker, how is that different from a cocksucker?’ At that point I didn’t care, here was a cock begging to be sucked and I was super excited by the idea of filling my mouth with his stiff. And Ginger’s revelation about The Accident. More than anything, he wanted to talk to Samantha, but like Gabe had admonished him, he couldn’t call her without her number. He briefly considered asking Ginger for it, but something inside stopped him. Pride? Stupidness? Fear? Hard to say, but he just couldn’t bear the sound of Ginger laughing at him if he would ask her. Intellectually, he knew she’d be laughing with him, not at him, but … that line gets blurry sometimes, and whatever was left — or. She decided to play along writing feed back tot his author and hoping for a reply from the author which would give her an email address, as she knew her husband's limited computer knowledge would never allow him the skill to register a secondary email address and shadow it so it was not visible on the pc.She eagerly scanned the inbox of her email account and was disappointed that she had not received a reply. She had decided her attempt to check her husband out was a failure and surely now.