The week after was rock bottom for me. It was supposed to be the culmination of all I was longing for, but instead it was the complete opposite. I was...distracted at work, to the point my boss sat me down to ask what was wrong... I got through that uns**thed, though heaven only knows how. I was curt and rude, and then I'd feel guilty about acting that way which just made me feel more miserable. Worst of all, I didn't want to go home and spend time with Geoff and Ashley. I purposefully did things. "Fuck yes, keep going, I'm so close" he saysWith a loud moan I knew he had unloaded into her mouth"Fuck that was awesome" he tells herShe swallows everything and then turns towards me. She grabs my cock that I have kept hard for her and she goes a little slower with me.Licking the tip, sides, all the way down the shaft, grabbing my balls, even when there's some precum she licks that off. Then she starts to stroke it a little harder. I let her have her fun but now I take control and grab my head. She was not very tall so I had to bend down to kiss her, so I lifter her and stood her up on the coffee table. Now her tits were right at the level of my mouth and I licked her right breast over her t-shirt.I could feel that her nipples were hard. I raised her tops and started licking her tummy and worked my way down and dragged her pants down. She was wearing a panty and took a peek at her pussy which was not clean shaven, maybe she would’ve shaved it a couple of weeks back and I liked that. Clay had expected a sucker punch, but forgot Wheeler was a lefty. The side of his head exploded with pain as the punch bounced off his ear. He countered with a short left to the eye and a hard, straight right to the jaw. Wheeler shook his head, then pressed in with a flurry of quick headshots. Some landed, most missed. Then a sharp jab shook Clay and left his mouth bleeding. It seemed to wake him up. Before, he’d been fighting more in grief than anger. Now a lifetime worth of rage took over. .