She stays with me in the restaurant for another hour. I finally order some sausage and eggs. I offer to buy something for her, but she passes. We fall...into an easy rhythm. We don’t go into any of the heavy topics: she never talks to me about Jace or her new-found lesbianism. We talk about the Bachelor and work. We talk about her hair and what color she is thinking about next (neon orange). We talk about how I really need a new wardrobe.At some point, she gets a text. Her face gets serious and. ..”A couple of more strokes and she was purring like a kitten again. I grabbed her around her waist and started pulling her to me harder and faster. She loved it. Her features morphed again into that tightly drawn mongoloid mask she assumed just as she let go of her senses and screamed.A few seconds later I gave it my all. I started slamming into her unmercifully, even though she was done and lying there like a bowl of Jell-O.Seeing her face and knowing her as well I do, I knew what was coming. His life had changed over the summer—not only his love life, but his entire faith. He could honestly say he was still a Christian, but there was another dimension to his faith that ran parallel to his old beliefs. And here next to him lay a woman who could work magic, not only on him, but within a circle of witches. And it didn’t bother him. In fact, he found great joy in his wife’s fulfillment.He wanted to immerse himself again in her warmth and she stirred as he reached for her.“Wesley!. He took another roll and put it in his mouth holding it with his lips and then, got up and leaned into my pussy and rubbed it on my clit, rubbing it with varied intensities, giving me an orgasm and then, ate it and said ‘this tastes better’. The next one he took into his mouth and pushed into my pussy and began fucking me with the roll and then stopped suddenly and put the roll onto my mouth and told me ‘taste yourself on this, don’t bite’ he said sternly. So I started licking it and tasted.