"Listen to what I said, not what you think I said. I asked how long you had been clean. No way did I imply that you are a junkie," I replied. "I actua...ly suggested that you were in recovery." I entered rehab the day after I graduated college. I have not used since. That was five years ago. Do you need to see my chip?" she asked."No, did you turn tricks, or did you sell, to pay for your drugs?" I asked."A little of both," she replied. "I'm not proud of it, and I don't want it to get around." Did. I am taking the risk anyway and maintaining my position for the time being. Even as you're fully clothed, I can't help it. You seem like crack to me now; only it was much more pleasurable with no bad aftertaste or coughing. All I have to do is look at you, and that's it. I don't need to prepare myself or get in the mood. You're like my little blue pill.'After a full five minutes, I bent down somewhat. "Shit," I muttered, attempting to keep it together."Mom?" Rose asked, peeking towards the. We laughed and she swore to secrecy. Driving home I blasted music, a live concert from JJ Grey and Mofro which made me forget and be happy. When I arrived home, my stepson wasn't there so I showered and changed to relax. That didn't last long as I decided to write this journal entry and I got a little turned on. Later, I was chatting online and decided I’d have one more meet — after all, it’s not every day I have no husband. Many asked but were too far away and I wanted something other than. I could feel the silk of her skin against mine and the hard points of her nipples pressed against me. Her hair brushed my chest as she gently bit my nipples with the edge of her teeth and I could feel the electric tingle shooting through my body. Her mouth moved lower, over my belly and down to the tops of my thighs. Her long, cool fingers cupped my tight sac and curled around the base of my cock as she pressed her lips to the swollen head. I could feel moist lips caressing my shaft as she.