My cock was absolutely covered. It glistened in the faint light from my computer lamp and my hand effortlessly glided around the head, spreading the o...fering. She slurped the last bit of saliva from her bottom lip to stop the stream when she was satisfied she had sufficiently lubed me up. Her tongue dragged across the bottom of her mouth to gather up the messy remnants. It felt incredible. My hand slid with no resistance up and down the palpitating shaft and caused even louder and more sickly. ”“And now I’M eating it… I don’t care anymore, if anyone wants me they can find me in my room with a bucket of ice cream to go.”Watching their leader storm out of the living room and kick open her bedroom door, the Brotherhood looked back at each other and shrugged. “Guess she’s taking this harder than we are.”Stepping into her bedroom and sitting heavily on her bed finishing off another drumstick of chicken, Mystique sulked and pouted alone in her room. “It’s just not fair…” There just wasn’t. She threw him out of the house and he moved into my apartment. The sex was good. Face it, I was fairly new to this and any physical contact would have been “good.” I had no idea that there was a world of sensation that included not just my pussy or my breasts, but my mind. Mike never seemed to notice that I had a mind. I was just an object, I was just sex to him. In 1995 he moved back in with his wife just as the second baby was born. I was devastated, but I tried to bury myself in work. I. I was so happy, I could barely sleep for the rest of the night. Next morning, I left for college but didn’t go, I just hung around the market for some time and they went to my aunt’s house. I already had a hard on when I rang her doorbell and my dick throbbed so hard when my aunt opened the door. She was avoiding my gaze and just invited me in. She was wearing a full sari, covering most of her body and yet she was looking so hot. I just came in and looked back at her while she closed the door.I.