I guess without a condom, his dick felt a hell of a lot better, so he had more trouble holding his load. He began moaning very loudly.“Oh, fuck yes,...mom, I'm gonna shoot big time!” Travis screamed.He shot his load right into my pussy, I felt three good shots going right into me. I saw him, and he was really getting out of it.“Shit, Travis, you are one hell of a fucker, and a lover,” I muttered.“I'm glad you think so,” Travis replied softly, as he kissed me once.We both hugged each other. The both agreed on a plain black cocktail dress which she could wear without underwear, a fact that wouldn’t be noticed by Adam.At 7PM that evening Sophie was finishing getting ready when she heard the house phone ring. Several minutes later Adam walked into her dressing room and told her that John Harris had just called letting them know that they had to cancel as Stella was unwell but he had spoken to Michelle Jackson and they were still happy to host them to discuss the remodelling work. So. ” She sagged in her chair. “It could be Barry.”“You’ve been seeing Barry?” I was astounded and leapt to the wrong conclusion. “During the week? And then coming to me at weekends? What–?”“No!“ she shouted. “How could you even think that? Just listen!”I was beginning to feel disappointment in her, sadness, and tendrils of angry resentment. “I think I’d better, and this had better be good, Helen.”The tears were coming more freely now, but her look was aggrieved. She took a deep sobbing breath and. I wait for something, maybe my Muse, fickle and fleeting, to get off her ass, to tell me what to do for once, instead of just directing the movements of a paintbrush. I’d be satisfied with a simple yes or no. Raised hairs. A pounding heart. Nothing. Not even a tingle. There’s just calm steadiness, like the body already accepts what the brain can’t. Or won’t. The trees murmur with rustling leaves as a silhouette with green eyes slinks quickly through them, staring right at me before dashing.