I could see the sign clearly now. It wasn'tsome weird language. It was plain as day. Palace of Great Beauty NailSalon, it read. That was strange. ...I took another sip and put the mug down. I felt fuzzy, but my head wasno longer pounding. I looked up into Pamela's eyes. They were hard.Suddenly she reached out and grabbed my throat and squeezed. I coughedand struggled and choked and she let go.I spat out. "Wha you do that fowah?" I coughed again. "Wha happen tomayee voice?" Wha you. I decided not to take my time and slammed the first three inches in. Linda screamed "Oh shit!" and came. The gushing fluids made it easy for me to keep slamming until I got another seven in, ramming in as deep as I could go in her. She was having continuous spasms and crying while she came, wrapping her legs around me and trying to get me to fuck even harder and deeper. I responded, hammering her as fast and as hard as I could. After several minutes of this I couldn't hold myself back anymore,. Dave. When you came, you whispered in my ear. You went 'Oh Dave.' I think you have some explaining to do."It was a strange and troubling thing for me to hear. I didn't understand it, but I didn't want her to think I was unfaithful, especially with a guy. So I told her everything, the tent sessions, my basement, the many hand jobs. I even told her about our last meeting up in Dave's room, about the marathon blow-job (minus the humiliation). She especially liked the term "new and improved cock.". I love…loved the way she would throw her head back and let out the most unladylike laugh at any moment, uncaring at how inappropriate her timing might be. April is the one woman I have ever known to take every bit of happiness life can offer. She never whined, rarely complained, and I think I have seen her cry maybe once. Where is she? That’s the thought that keeps running through my head. The bed has been empty and after a week the scent of her hair has almost left the pillow. I finally caved.