She turned her head, refusing to look at him. Her eyes closed. She knew what was going to happen next and she urged herself not to fight and to just l...t him do as he pleased. She felt his hand between her legs and she jumped, startled a bit. Ever so softly, he began to rub her. She was dry, and he refused to do anything until that changed. He licked his fingertips and continued rubbing, moistening her with his saliva. She whimpered, squirming slightly and wishing he would just get on with it. The next week dragged on with the daily fucking my only respite from the loneliness and the heartache. Fucking Anna was not a problem for me. I did not desire her, it was just business.Marilyn was difficult. The first two days I couldn't even look at her, and she was crying the entire time. Finally I asked her to blindfold me, and I pretended I was screwing my Jenny again. It was better during the act, but twice as painful when the blindfold was removed.Desiree almost killed me. I knew in my. Is that cheating?" He knew she was searching for honest clarification, it was written all over her face, but he could not help the now painful erection gnawing away at his ability to focus on the religious aspect of their conversation. Unaware of his situation, she unknowingly pushed him too far, "Can you pleasure yourself with a man in the room so long as you don't touch him? Is it cheating if you never touch? There is so much besides just sex. Where is the line?" By this point Michael was. It smelled like pot and sweat and spilled beer. People were on couches on sides of the room just staring and nodding to the music. The table in the middle had a bowl of joints and a small bong on it. And bottles of booze. Me in my yellow sundress I became the focus of their glazed eyes. My guys led me to the table and sat me on a cushion. Two more fast shots and I was spinning. I watched them do bongs and then it was passed to me. It was about the same size as my dildo and my drunk brain.