I only burn the ones that are beyond recovery." But it's not fair! Why should I..."She was gone. I'd been looking right at her and then she wasn't the...e.I didn't see her blink out or fade away. She just wasn't there."Where the fuck did you go?" I said. A few passing beachgoers glancedat me as if I were crazy."Who are you shouting at?" said Kristy."Well it was that..." I didn't know. I couldn't picture her in my mindor even remember the place Kristy had vandalized."Come on," said Kristy. "Let's. I couldn't answer with more than a moan, and he slapped me with fingers covered in cunt juice."That was not a rhetorical question!" he growled, and I stuttered, "you make me so wet baby, doesn't it please you?"He nodded and pushed me off his lap, making me kneel in front of him, unzipping his pants. His cock sprung out and he pointed at it."Suck it. And you better not bite," he said. The last part surprised me, I've almost never touched his dick with my teeth. But I quickly started sucking, my. I lay there naked on the office floor. She walked round me, inspecting and prodding me with the cane. I watched as she walked, her hips swaying, her heels clacking on the floor, her breasts moving in time with her movements. I could still smell her, my face covered in her wetness, still sending her sexual signals into me. The cane touched my swollen member and I grimaced as she raised the cane and whacked the side of my cock, the pain shooting up into my crotch; but at the same time, pumping. All this to say that our black neighbor chatting up and flirting with her whenever she was out in a bikini didn't upset me. Denise is a bit plain but pretty girl, lean but soft in the right areas, with a nice set of hips, a bubble ass, and full C-cup breasts that had just a perfect bit of hang to them. Where I once got uptight about stuff she wore that might be too tight, too short, or showed off her tits too much, post-breakup Jack enjoyed the small thrill of catching a man ogle her. One day I.