Please don't hate me. IlyFuck! Fuck! Fuck! What does she mean don't make me choose. She's already chosen and it's not me who forced the choice. Goddam... Cyn! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! I catch myself just before throwing my iPhone across the room. I'm tempted to text her and tell her how chicken shit it is to do this via text but I don't really want to add to her misery.To say I was in a funk would be an understatement. For the next several weeks, I'm just going through the motions; work, school, home,. My fingers still moving inside her, my tongue and lips still licking and sucking, Carla began to convulse with orgasm. Her previous soft whimpers now poured from her throat in a long rolling groan as her legs shook and her pelvis jerked.That was when the strangest thing happened. I suddenly realized why she was so often sad. I had the ill-timed epiphany that this is what all men wanted from her. They saw her body, saw her beauty and simply wanted to have it. They did not want “her,” they. “Not bad for an old lady, eh, Charlie,” he finally said, slapping the underside a bit. “Damn fine tits!”“Stunning!” I replied hoarsely, spellbound by the scene. Mom smiled proudly.Dad then took her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a good squeeze. She closed her eyes, threw back her head, and moaned deeply.“You used to suck on this fat nipple all the time when you were a baby, Charlie. Ain’t it just beautiful and sexy as hell?” he said, pinching it ... pulling it .... I knew that I could either dry my almost non-existent hair and do my makeup, or I could drink a cup of coffee. Since I promised not to run over any more kids while they waited for the school bus, I opted for the coffee.When I drove into the parking lot of Ed's converted service station, my hair, if it had been longer, would have been a rat's nest, and my face looked like that of a corpse, but I was on time. It was a good thing too, since Michael drove in right behind me."There you are, I was.