Probably the last though since it was late and she wouldn’t ask him to leave, hoping he’d wake in the night or the morning, or hopefully both, and...satisfy her again.She didn’t know why her pussy itched so much to be filled but it did, so she scratched it. She worked at avoiding the devil in the song because it just lowered her resistance and she had some regrettable drunken episodes where she’d lost count of the dicks that had shot sperm in her. At least if she was gonna get fucked she should. She was holding her head in the same manner someone with a hangover would. She never looked worse. It was even more horrifying with all those ink stamps on her."J-Julie? Why didn't you answer my text messages last night?" I asked.My beautiful, blonde wife looked over towards me rather casually and unconcerned."Oh, well I lost my phone in the club somewhere." she answered, nearly incoherent."No, Julie. I have it here." I said, holding it up."Tra'mon brought it by and said you left it in his. You want to, don't you, Michael? Just between us friends. Don'tyou want to make me happy?"I was in a kind of a daze. I told myself to stand up and tell Jeri thatI wasn't gay, to stop all this nonsense, that I had work to do, that hewas ruining our friendship, that...that...but instead I stared,hypnotized, at his round, firm, muscular ass which was practically inmy face, and I knew that I had no choice, none at all, I had to touchit. I slowly reached out and stroked the outside edge, then become. "Yes," he continued. "Frank, when Dylan was over ... when I told you about the blowjob she gave me in the bedroom..." Yes, what about it, Pete?" He sighed heavily."Well, that wasn't the end of it." He looked up to see my reaction and I gave my best poker face. "I, uh ... I had sex with her." He continued to wait, trying to read me."Is that right?" I pondered his confession for a moment. "Well, why wouldn't you tell me that, Pete? I mean, I told you that I had been with Amber. I told you.