After that it took me a long time to find sleep. Why had she sucked me, even to the end, and swallowed, too? She hadn't done that for quite some time....A long time.Damn... I really must be going crazy. Here I lay awake wondering about one of the most perfect blow jobs I'd ever had.What did it prove? Did it prove anything?How should I see Betty's behavior last night? Was it guilt? Or was it determination? Was it to cover up her infidelity? She never answered. She only told me she loved me.Loved. " Okay, Honey, let me help you to our room." Marina is too far gone to resist. I help her up and walk her to our room, I lock the door and flip the security latch after I help her into the room. I didn't want any interruptions. Marina tries to resist as I help her undress for bed. I slip off her shoes. I love the red polish on her pretty little toenails. I begin to unbutton the few remaining buttons that I hadn't already unbuttoned in the other room. Marina tries to resist again but soon her. "But what about letting him shove it up your private hole in your bum? Surely that is meant only for husbands or fiancées when the timing is not right for the normal way of doing things?"Rose just laughed and told me that I would find that all out in due course. She warned me I should keep an open mind and not be afraid of letting my male friends experiment with things other than just a quick missionary position with the lights turned off.That was about two years ago. Now, I was traveling over. Peter was amazed and very concerned. He kept asking what was wrong but Tammy put him off, telling him she would tell him later when they were alone.Tammy started to cry again in the car and kept sobbing all the way to Peter's home. Peter was terribly upset but had no idea what to do. Tammy just kept saying that she wanted to get to Peter's home before explaining it. Finally, they reached the home and Tammy got out of the car and went into the lounge room. Peter sat beside her, put his arm.