I swallowed the last of his cum and wiped some off my chin that had leaked out when suddenly, another cock appeared. A different one. A darker one. A ...igger one. I reached up and took it in my hand. Immediately my lips were on it. The feeling was much the same. I was again in that disembodied, disconnected "head full of cock" place. This new cock actively pumped in and out of me... I pressed my mouth to the hole and let the cock set the pace of how my head was filled... how my face was. There were bright lights, and signs everywhere, advertising the various night clubs on the streets, ranging from disco clubs to clubs with a more of a gothic theme to them. Rosaline was trying to hurry back to her house, her eyes only focused on the paved sidewalk. She had a hurt look on her face, as she pushed and shoved against the crowd. Her black, curly hair was a mess, and there was eyeliner running down from her eyes. She looked as if she had been crying this whole time, as she was. And I had to tell Peggy. But how do you tell your wife of fifteen years that you have lost your job? Not only that, but that you have been humiliated beyond belief.My face must have looked like hell. Peggy was taking a small roast from the oven when I entered the kitchen from the garage, and when she set it on the stove and faced me, her jaw dropped."What's the matter Kyle?" I think you better take all the food off the burners, we have to talk." What's the matter? What's happened? Tell me!" I. And I know that I said that we’ve become best friends, but for our situation, I really don’t understand how that happened. I mean, if she were to kill herself…I’d be free. No more shedding skin, no more emotional outbursts, no more fearing for my life whenever I try to joke around with her… I hang my head in defeat. I need to stop beating around the bush – I know exactly why I care so much, and why I won’t let her die. I love her. Not a romantic love, mind you – but not platonic either. It’s.