”“We could make it a quickie,” Jocelyn smirked.“Does that really do it for you?”“You know how to make me cum, Mik! You just don’t have t... hold back for multiple ones!”“What will your parents say?” I asked.“At this point? Who cares? You can spend the night when I ask and they won’t say anything to you. After all, they don’t want to chase you away! So how about it?”“Oh, well,” I sighed theatrically, “if I HAVE to!”“Watch out, or I’ll bite it off!” she threatened.“Then you’ll be VERY sad!”Jocelyn. Oh, I want it to be inside you." Kev, cumming now"I pictured her writhing as she climaxed. That was so stimulating, I exploded all over."Jean, I just came so hard. I want this so much."We talked for a while longer before saying goodnight. It took me a bit to clean up the mess I made, but it was so worth it. Man, she was so sexy. I made a mental note to have some paper towels nearby next time.The next day, Jean sent me another picture. She was naked in this one. In the email, she wrote, "Kevin,. It wasn't like I'd blown him off for dinner, and yet...it sort of was. Was this spousal abuse of some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think too much about it.I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top.. In fact, since they’d left the bar, he realised, she hadn’t said a single word, seemingly content to follow him wherever he went. Was she not concerned that he might be a threat to her? He could be planning to take her into an alley and rape her for all she knew, although after her performance earlier he doubted she’d put up more than a token resistance, but did she have no care for her own safety or well being? Or perhaps he thought bitterly, acid burning the back of his throat, this was.