Youre welcome. Eat something he said, gesturing to the fruit. She glanced at the fruit wearily and then picked up a strawberry and took a small bite,...it was the best strawberry shed ever had. She reached for another. He was back to watching her. She was beautiful. He watched her pink lips wrap around the strawberry. She probably tasted like strawberries, he thought. He wanted to taste her, ALL of her. Noticing the look on his face, she fidgeted uncomfortably, glancing toward the elevator. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”“Bye, Bridget,” was all I managed to say.Pathetic, I know, but what else was there to say?The door closed, and I stood there staring at it for a while. The whole thing was so surreal and unexpected I didn’t know what to think. The booze sat untouched on the side table in the room.I sat there a while, thinking. I had a drink alone, sitting on the bed.EpilogueI couldn’t get to sleep that night. My mind wouldn’t leave the memory of Bridget and the sex we’d had. No other. She pulled back the wet, flexible foreskin on my hard dick and began to lick the tip of my cock. She held the base of my veiny cock with both her hands and slowly pushed my cock inside her mouth till her teeth touched the base of my dick. She clasped the circumference of my dick with her lips and began bobbing her head up and down like a good little slut. Her warm tongue was pushing down on the sides of my dick, making me go mad.“uff.. Mommmm where did you learn all this…” I moaned.Mom just. If we had owned one of those fucking machines, I swear Sally would have it going twenty four seven.She compared her condition to having an itch that she just couldn't scratch. But it wasn't for lack of trying on our part or that she wasn't experiencing orgasms. Even Jimmy was seeing it as a chore. Brenda complained of carpel tunnel as more often than not, if Jimmy or I couldn't perform, she or Beth would be working the large dildo in and out. Sally was quick to remind us all it was our doing.