I grab the bottle of lube I made sure was handy and squirt a little of the strawberry scented substance on my fingers, moving your g-string and slicki...g up your hole while you sit doggy style and push back on my fingers eagerly. You little slut. I smile press into your prostate to make you yell. "I think you're ready now." I whisper and turn you so you're laying between my legs, resting against my body. I throw a condom at the guy and say "Put it on and fuck her."The man, who was jerking off. And that night. When I was... having sex with Amanda. There I was, my body moving on my fiancée, and when I closed my eyes, Kelly's smiling face was floating before me. Amanda's moans and Kelly's smile... Shit, look, I mean everyone has those thoughts! It's not as though I deliberately dwelt on them...And - and - why the hell am I even feeling guilty? The massage sessions were Amanda's idea in the first place. She was driving the bastard car when the accident occurred! If she hadn't braked to. My words seem to be getting more jumbled up. I was wondering if should be more careful. It was almost like I was convincing himself to do what Ali promised Lisa. Wondering now on how it could even be started. What to say, how to say it, do I keep calling it a wrench or call it what it really is. I came to a decision. I texted my sister and said “What do you think you are doing?” She replied “Let just call it paybacks for the stuff you did to me as a young brat brother. Good Night”? My replied. “Merry Christmas, Johnny!” she said. My mother was the only person in the world who was allowed to call me Johnny, but that was because she’d started doing it when I was too young to object.“Merry Christmas,” I said with a smile. “How many do you have for dinner today?”“Not many,” she said with a sigh. “Only fourteen. I was hoping that you’d come with everything that’s been going on between you and Barbara. Your cousin Larry is in the middle of something at work and couldn’t get away, so we’re.