She was just as I remembered. Her long dark hair was pulled into a pony and she was wearing a baggy gray hoody with tight fitting jeans. Looking at he... ass brought back memories of summer. I walked over to her bed to see what she was doing just as she stuffed the last of her things in her bag. I only caught a quick glimpse but I’m sure that I saw a some type of red silky lingerie. To my disappointment the ride home was uneventful. We talked about benign things to past the time and finally made. Of course she'd been completely drunk at the time and hadcalled me by Pete's name, suggesting that she thought I was him, but thatwas beside the point. Unfortunately Pete had taken it pretty personallyand had damn near broken my nose."Maybe Mark," I mused, then paused to remember that he was still prettyunhappy after that peanut butter incident.After a minute I realized that I no longer had any friends who were evenmoderately close to me. I'd screwed all of them over in one way oranother,. His look said, “I know you will,” and she got to her knees, the roughage leaving indentations on her exposed skin. Gently she licked the head of his stiffening cock. She wondered as she began, who might be watching, wishing it were their cock receiving such purposeful attention. The idea spurred her on and all at once, she took the entirely length of him straight into her practiced throat. She heard him groan and was encouraged more. The gag reflex fading as she tried to swallow him down. He. This feeling of complete nothingness was addictive. I had to do it again and again and again. This high was all I wanted. Another few days passed. My high dragged on from day to day to day. How I managed to stay working and stay alive was puzzling. I faintly remembered the days that passed by at work where I would continually feign a little smile for my superiors and the smiling customers. But the minute my numb high wore off and I was able to get my hands on more pills, I was off again, diving.