"Yeah, I do. I was just thinking to myself how jealous I was that you weren't mine." Lori started crying again. 'Crap,' I thought, 'why didn't I just ...eave?' Lori looked up at my with her big, tear filled green eyes and said, "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. My husb- husband was never that nice to me. He treated me like his property. We only had sex three times and he never cared about making it good for me. The last time was ten years ago. I was absolutely stunned. What idiot. ..."I want you to know," she said in a calm voice, "that I'm going to see my boyfriend over Thanksgiving." I already knew that and was ready to hear what she had to say next. "I want to be open with you. I am going to probably have sex with him." I wasn't shocked by this. "I'd like you to know that I have feelings for you and I don't want to ruin what we have right now." I smiled and said it was all good. I knew she didn't love me like her boyfriend and Susan had reiterated to me several times. "She did it on purpose, didn't she." He said and I nodded slowly but that hurt. He sighed. He was staring at me shirt. "I know this is going to sound peverted, but I need to check to make sure no glass is in your shirt because that could cause some deep shit, if you know what I mean..." He trailed off and I knew what he meant and he helped me sit up and I took off my shirt and a whole bunch of glass fell out. "Yeah..." He picked up the glass, trying to keep his eyes off of my breasts and stood. He increased to pace and she went over the edge, losing herself completely as his cock stirred her innermost depths. She moaned long and low, her belly heaving as she gasped for breath. Finally, he let her climb down from the lofty heights he’d driven her with his cocksmanship. He pulled out, and climbed onto her belly, straddling her chest. He pushed her tits together around his cock and thrust through them a few times, then came. He spewed hot white come all over her face, coating her.