I started to feel better and maybe not quite so insane after all.Now she smiled. "Know what else? After the first three months of barfing every mornin..., I now think this is kind of fun. They say I'll have to give up the baby, but…." She looked off in the distance a moment, then her face lost its wistful look and she stood up and walked over to me. "Want to see the brazen hussy?"See? Did she really mean…? I could only nod and swallow. From my eye level I was looking at fabric where her breasts. There had been porn on the TV, blowjobs, handjobs, fucking in countless positions; all followed by edging. Each and every-time; Wendy would back off just as Marcus was going to paint her insides (or outsides), with warm salty white-wash. Now at three AM those balls of his balls felt as big twin congested ostrich eggs. He needed to blow his load desperately. If she didn't let him nut; he was going to push her aside, run to the bathroom and "take matters into his own hands." There was a method. Breathe. I texted my sister. ‘Can you meet me at the IHOP? Need to talk.’ I thought being in public would force me to keep my shit together. ‘Joe is home so I can come out. Be there in 20.’ In my shocked state, I calmly found my coat, took George out for a few minutes, then drove to the diner. I arrived a few minutes before Lizzie, so I ordered us tea and was looking through the menu when she slid into the booth. When I had spied the pictures of food on the menu, my stomach had started growling. You ready?” I asked her.“Bring it on.” She replied smugly, her mouth slipping over the crown of my cock.That was a mistake.I quickly grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down on my shaft. My cock head hit the entrance to her throat and I pressed harder, my shaft sliding down her throat. Her eyes opened wide and she kicked her feet a little as she tried to get away. I looked down at her, grinning a little as I felt her throat twitch and spasm around my shaft. I held her there for a moment.