I let her come up for a breath and then pushed her back down. When I let her up next time, ribbons of spit joined us, and dribbles ran down her chin a...d onto her small breasts.“Sit on me,” I commanded.I could sense the eagerness in her as she stood up, turned around and manoeuvred herself over my upright and waiting dick. As she lowered herself her aim was good. and I slipped inside her dripping cunt. With her hands on the arm of the chair she lifted herself up and down, fucking me greedily. I. I looked at Brenda and said, "Okay, who is Mr. Asshole that you have let into MY HOUSE and allowed him to have something that only belongs to me? Well, answer me or do you want me to shoot you too and the kids won't have a mother or father, you slut!" Bill, it's not like that. Please just put the gun away. And I'm not a slut!" What is your definition of a slut, Bren? Is it some skanky whore who charges for blow jobs and pussy or ass? No, that is a whore. She charges her men for sex. A slut just. I THOUGHT ABOUT LEAVING, CALLED LUCAS AND TEXTED MISHA WHO WAS WITH A FRIEND, PROBABLY FUCKING RIGHT NOW. WE TOOK THE METRO TO THE CENTER CITY AND NABIL SAID LOADS OF THINGS, HE SAID THAT HE DIDN'T WANT TO GO HOME AND HAVE SEX JUST TO PRETEND THAT EVERYTHING WAS GOOD. HE'S BEEN HAVING DOUBTS FOR A COUPLE DAYS. I HAD NO IDEA. LONG STORY SHORT, HE'S OUT PARTYING AND I'M IN LUCAS' HALLWAY, WAITING FOR THE GUY HE'S WITH TO BE DONE AND LEAVE. I FEEL LIKE SHIT. I'M GOING HOME TOMORROW. I FEEL REALLY. I do recall those. I envisioned them as they dangled in front of my eyes. I envisioned them as if they dangled down into my mouth and face while I was sucking them passionately and wildly while we did a bunch of unmentionable things. She also leaned in. She also kissed my cheek. I felt good. I felt really, really good. I sat alone, after I parked the truck, and realized I hadn’t spoken to my lovely wonderful wife. I had to clear my head. Oh fuck, I told myself. Ohhhhhhh holy fuck I thought. I.