She had a date. Her first since the separation. She looked like a vision, in a small dress and her hair up. Luckily the guy was a dud, so she was home...early. We ate ice cream, watched TV and went to bed. But the agony of seeing her like that, and the pain of knowing there were yet another long line of guys who I’d have to wait for, was too much.I jerked my cock with more force. Angry. Sad. Jealous. I wanted to cum, and I wanted it to feel good, but I wanted it to hurt. I wanted it to be. Their tongues play with each other, wrestling playfully. “Now, kiss Sandy like you would me,” she says as soon as she pulls away.Sandy, lying on her back, is looking up at the pair. Alan drops his gaze to her and grins. Then he takes the plunge. He figures that if dogs are just like humans, and just as receptive, then he may as well just jump into it like he would a woman. He leans down. The moment Sandy flicks her tongue out, he opens his mouth and takes it in. Just like he just did with. I did my makeup while I talked to Amanda. I really wanted the dirt on her, Amy, and Ben."What's up?" she asked."About to go out with the fam, u?" Movies." Cool, w/ who?"It took her a while to answer. I dusted on some blush, then was starting on my eye shadow when she answered. "Just some people." Like..." I dunno, Ben, Amy, Chris." Chris Jesuit?" She had liked him forever, but they never went out, because he was like obsessed with me."Yeah, didn't you know? We're going out now."My eyeliner. One evening, we had been talking in her car, after dinner. We had exchanged a few kisses, and I indeed remembered her as one of the greatest kissers whom I’ve ever encountered. It was winter, and she was wearing a skirt.Quite sincerely, I asked, “Aren’t you cold with legs just in stockings?”“Oh no. I’m quite warm. Why don’t you slide your hand under my skirt to check?”So, I slid my hand under her skirt and found she was indeed warm. While I was checking the temperature of her thighs, bare over.