Lips parting, she whispered at him, “You better not be done.” Jenny certainly had no problem with vocalizing her demands, her pleasures, profaniti...s, and everything else, as loudly as need be He most definitely was not done, years of pent up frustration finally in release, though he quickly found that his enthusiasm was no match for hers. She wanted to do it all, try it all – oral, anal, the works – as if screwing their brains out over the weekend was going to make up for lost time. Maybe it. I’m mad at other people…the gymrat, the gymrat’s husband, Bennie, Jasmine, even John Kennedy. But in each case, far too much of the anger ultimately stems from problems I have with myself. For example, I’m mad at Jasmine for forcing herself back into my life, but I can’t help turning the spotlight on myself because I’m here. Hell, I’m even letting this meeting become important to me in some strange way. Which, by the way, is not going well, either. Me dressing for this occasion was a sight. Calmly she took her pants off and started to ride my cock slowly, and it went smoothly inside her because it was so wet, and she started grinding and grinding, then her husband joined us, he pushed his cok into her ass.I dont know how long we remained that way but i was approaching my climax fast.Told her I need to pull out and she responded to me with more grinding.Aware of the fact that I was bare and she wasnt on pill I told her I am about to cum and I need to pull out. But her reply was cum. Shealways thought it was the job that made you work so much. When you didn'ttake off after you were laid off she knew it was you that was problem andshe thought you didn't love her enough to stay home with her. Just beforeyou had your breakdown she told me she was going to divorce you after theNew Year. She had had enough."This news cut me to the quick. I had no idea it had gotten that bad. "Didshe hate me that much?" I asked Brenda.She laughed and said, "She never hated you. It would have.