What's going on?”“I don't know, Opal!” the mother snapped. She was a light-skinned, Black woman, her skin the hue of brown coffee, rich and crea...y. She had her hair braided in long rows across her scalp and falling down her back as she walked by to the living room. “What's going on, Scott?”“I don't know,” the husband said, his voice tight.“So do something!” the woman snapped as she entered the living room. She froze for a moment. Then she pulled her daughter to her and bolted for the other exit. As his cock still soft, I took it all the way into my mouth. I slowly sucked it in and out with just the pressure of my lips on the shaft. As it got rock hard, I wasn’t so drunk anymore and I started feeling this mix of emotions, guilt, fear, shame, etc. So I just sucked it for a little while, then got up and left. By mid-morning the next day, I was at home with my wife Linda. I had a terrible hangover and an even worse feeling of guilt.When Wayne called, my wife Linda answered. After talking. But the next day, as I checked my WhatsApp, there was her msg: Ok, suppose we meet, do you have a place??Me: Ya babe, I can arrange here in Bhopal.P: no no, can’t come to Bhopal. Can’t you come to Indore??Me: I can but we will have to book a nice hotel.. are you ok with that??P: hmm… it should be safe, bass.Me: don’t worry babe, will book a nice one!!So, we decided the date. I went to Indore and booked a room in a good 4-star hotel. I messaged her all the details and told her to wait for me at. David trusts me enough to know that I have my reasons and that you are in no danger whatsoever. He has bottles in his trunk that he will carry with you everywhere you two go. If it gets bad enough, drink one of those, and it will temporarily provide the same effects as the meds you are not taking for now.”“So, Desi, when was the last time you had a meltdown so bad that you didn’t even know where you were?” I asked. “I think Molly wants to find out how bad they can get.”She smiled and said, “I.