I need the nourishment. By the time I finish eating, Mary's husband and kids are out of her hair, off to work and school. She has a part time job in t...e afternoon so she wants me in the morning. All Mary wants is head. She claims her husband won't eat her ever since he heard you can get HPV from munching on pussy. She says she told him that if she does have HPV, he gave it to her, so he must have the virus already. I think he's a fool. Mary has an exquisite cunt. You open the flaps and the pink. ..it almost seemed in anger. He pulled out of her, and she felt the void with an intensity. He wiped his cock on her ass, then pulled his pants up quickly. He stood by the bed for a moment, looking at her as she lay there bent over so lewdly with her ass in the air. Reaching into the pocket of his slacks, he pulled out a wad of cash; he crumpled it up and threw it on the bed at her face. "For being my whore." He explained. Then he pulled an envelope out of his jacket and set it on the bed. "If. Before I knew it, I was being just as honest with her as I was being with myself. Somehow, she clicked my filter to the 'off ' position, and gave me a signed permission slip to be my real self. As fucked up or perfect as I was, that shit was powerful. Just like she was. Just like WE were. I wouldn't let her hit the ground if I were falling myself.We fucked other people and didn't apologize for it. However, we didn't discuss it either. She would be happy to talk about other men with me and she. She cleared her mind, thinking of nothing until John and Aaron popped up. Aaron, his sweet, golden hair in the morning and afternoon sun. John, his dark, dark brown hair tight to his head. His funny hat. Aaron never looked good in any hats. His head was too round. But she loved it, loved everything about him. Then John. He was sweet, proper, old-style. A real gentleman. Held doors open, offered to carry a heavy bag, lift you up when you fell. Aaron let you be. He let you be independent, take.