Jenny proceeded to argue with me, “But John, we need the money. You have the apartment to pay for, the food, my clothes, and all those other things ... need. I know you are helping Ted out with some of his expenses, and I hate to think about your college expenses. That can’t be cheap.”That’s when I gave myself a mental kick in the butt. I was always concerned about Jenny’s finances and told her how she needed to save her money for the future, but I never discussed our financial situation.I sat. Between work and school obligations my stress level was already running high. Then when you add in coming home to a husband who refused to do his share of things, then friends and family who constantly demanded my time, I never got a chance to breathe. I knew I was at my breaking point and something had to change. I had tried talking to my husband about it and explaining that I needed help with the work load, some time alone, time with him as a couple, some sex would be nice too. As it stood. .. Oh shit, I'm not really sure. Maybe I am just too stoned.She walked up to my bed. "Oh she is soooo fine." I thought."Scoot over, Matt." Scoot over? Was she going to get in bed with me? I scooted.Lynne sat on the edge of my bed with her hip pressed against mine. My heart rate spiked."I saw you jerking off when I opened the door." Oh shhhhitttttt." I hissed."Were you fantasizing about me?"Unable to say it, I finally nodded miserably. My cock wilted."It's okay, Matt. I figured you were. It's. Thats my favorite kind of blow job anyway, the kind that lets the guy take control. He looked at me with uncertainty and then did what I said. Ah, glorious thrusting. His expression changed from dumbfounded, to confusion, to pleasure, then utter delight! Pretty soon I could feel him filling my mouth, and then hitting the back of my throat. But then there were still four inches left. So, I arched my neck and inhaled, and he was in my throat. I gagged a little bit since it had been so long. But.