“I don’t know what you did that you think is so bad, but I can’t imagine myself hating you for it. After what I’ve done, how can I look down o... anyone?” I asked.“What did you do?” she asked, her tone of voice indicating that she didn’t believe me.“You heard Uncle Don last night, I killed a man,” I replied as I again felt the emotional roiling in my gut.“But you did it to protect Kristen,” she protested.“That’s what I told myself to be able to do it,” I replied. “I believed it until an instant. I was sucking her deeper and deeper as my tongue was playing with her pussy walls.Her moans increased and she was pushing my head deeper into her cunt, asking me to suck more and not to stop. I was able to sense her orgasm and her juices started flowing on my face. My nose and mouth were buried into her wet cunt licking her clean.Now I asked her to massage my erect cock with honey and suck it off for. So she started to pour honey on my stomach which ran down to my cock. She started to squeeze. ” he groaned. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget it. I’m more than satisfied, please don’t think I’m suggesting…”I cut across him. “Hey, stop, I’m not offended. I thought about it too, it could be kind of hot… and if it was awful, we could always leave. Hell, how often do you get to come home from a night out with a sex party story?!”We looked at the email again, and now I wasn’t at my work computer, I could freely click to the website for more information. There were tickets for couples. After eight weeks, she had a healthy, glowing skin that most women would be proud to achieve in the dead of winter. But she was now on a mission. Win the contest at all costs.It was at this juncture that she had asked Bruce for advice on achieving the perfect tan, but he was seemingly indifferent about her pleas for help. It was only after another week that one of the tanning salon staff told her about Bruce being bereaved at the loss of his wife just a few months before.Lisa at first felt bad.