They were so fucking soaked I could have wrung them out and doused a campfire.So that leads to a long conversation all the way home about what it was ...bout Tom that had her going. Because here’s the thing: Kelly will tell you the kind of guys she doesn’t like are less-than-very tall, blond, have mustaches, and have lumpy muscles. Whatever was going on it defied logic and explanation. We settled on pheromones. It was the only explanation that made sense.Kelly, the little attention she paid to. I didn’t need an explanation as I squatted in front of him and guided his cock into my mouth, sucking hard. I so wanted his cum, I was aching. “I don’t want you to swallow” he said “As I cum, ease it out over your chin and over those fabulous breasts” he said. I so wanted to drink him dry, but I also want to give him what he really likes, and so it will be. “I want you to rub your clit and tweak you nipples” he said. My hands dropped from guiding his cock and I started to rub my clit. I knew I. You are going to do everything.”“John,” she said, “you aren’t making any sense. You say I’m going to do everything, what are you talking about?”“Well, my dear,” I said, “I learned that you have been cheating on me for many years now. Since you have not been truthful about your affairs and not included me in that part of your life, I am taking you to a friend’s house so you can show me how you fuck other men. I’m going to watch.”Betty sat quiet for a few minutes and began to cry. She then said,. Riemer," she screamed, slamming the door behind her as she disappeared into her bedroom.It took a couple extra days, but the argument was forgotten, at least by Jim and it seemed to be by Connie.The second argument was the most traumatic and the most important to both their lives."How many periods have you missed?" As Vic had requested, Jim had got himself tested. All negative. But he hadn't thought Connie should be tested for anything. Connie insisted everything was okay, that he could cum.