We needed to accept our shortcomings, and accept living life as a cuckold.That I would never find another woman like Shelly again. And even if I got l...cky and did find someone as good as her, she would do the same thing to me anyway. So, I might as well save myself a lot of grief and crawl back to Shelly, beg for her forgiveness, lick her ass, and hope that she would take me back. He repeatedly put a lot of emphasis on “licking her ass.” Seemed to be some kind of fetish for him.He told me about. It doesnt seem like its hurting anyone, but I still think Its a bad idea, overall. I know what you mean. Ill quit it once I can&hellip, I guess Im having too much fun with my credits right now&hellip,and stuff. The and stuff part is what worries me. said John with a grin. I know, I know&hellip,and John, theres something else I wanted to ask you. William said. For reasons unknown to John, he was now looking at the floor, not unlike a child confessing to some petty wrongdoing, or someone who was. It occurred to me that I had never noticed or considered the actual size of the building, having only seen the storefront.A large bay window that overlooked the street dominated the wall opposite the stairs. The apartment included a small, but inviting lounge with a small, two-person loveseat flanked by a plush armchair, and a TV in the far corner opposite the loveseat.Against the wall was a well-appointed desk with a laptop, along with a selection of small figure’s and trinkets. Off to one. And I do apologise for Pippa’s potty mouth, I know it is a little extreme, but I did want to give you a flavour of what I had to endure. So to cut through all the flim flam, the bottom line was that Jimmy had read my little Blog and having ruined Pippa’s fun with her favourite bunny proceeded to throw the “cheating whore” out onto the streets with the advice to “fuck off”, “go fuck that stuck up little bitch” and apparently a few choice pieces of advice involving the C word which I really am.