I want to see if your tongue is as good as your dick."I must have had a confused look on my face. She laughed again and climbed up on top of me, strad...ling on top of my face. I couldn't move a single inch. Her hot, dripping wet pussy was only a half an inch from my mouth. It smelled good...even knowing that some other guy's cock had been rammed up in it earlier tonight. I could feel the heat from her crotch on my face."Well? Are you gonna eat my pussy or not?" she demanded.I dove in. I grabbed. She disappears into the darkness and up the stairs to her room as I sit there in amazement at what just happened. I put my clothes back on and head upstairs, realizing I probably smell like sex. I need to take a shower. I go get in the shower, cleaning off all of Taylor's juices. I was just about done when I heard a knock on the door. Not again, I thought. I can hear somebody getting undressed and moving around. Then, the shower curtain pulls back and it's Jessica getting in. "What are you. Chad's other best friend was Ben DiLillo. Ben wasn't a football player-in fact, he was a computer geek-but they had grown up together and had maintained their friendship. Chad had often defended Ben from teasing by the other football players. Everyone pretty much left Ben alone nowadays. Plus, Ben had written a dynamite program to chart the team's statistics.Ben was the one guy who understood. "Chad, I never understood what you saw in her, anyway." You didn't? You never said anything." What, I. We kept in touch over the years since you and I married, mostly by phone. I didn’t want to keep it a secret from you, but I was scared of your reaction, you were so against her. Bit by bit she told me the whole story, about King offering to give her the ride to Dallas, then taking her to dinner at the hotel, then going back to his room and even though she found it against everything she wanted and believed in, having sex with him even though she loathed it. She told me that she was just about.