After a while, the van comes to a final halt. You feel someone undo the bindings around your legs and pull you to your feet before guiding you out of ...he van. Outside, you receive a complete sensory overhaul as you are met with the sound of hundreds of voices shouting and countless people moving in a quick and chaotic fashion. Several times you brush against someone else or nearly fall over before your guide firmly grabs you and helps you regain your balance. You are urged forward and then. The seats were so comfortable. I could drive this car all day and not be sore.My daydream of taking Bree and my child out somewhere was interrupted when my Dad said, “I hope what Bree said about thinking what I was going to ask for didn’t offend you.”I kept my eyes on my steering wheel and said, “It didn’t. I was just surprised she’d say that in front of you that’s all. I hope it didn’t offend you.”“To be honest I had actually thought about asking if you’d like to have sex with me again. Your. It wasn’t atonement on her part. It was a concession on yours ... You pimped out your own wife to please your ex-husband. Why, Jill, why? I feel sick, knowing that I eagerly participated in this sham. She’s not a fucking cheesecake or strawberry rhubarb pie that you can bake and present to a neighbor as a peace offering or housewarming gift! She’s a woman ... She’s your WIFE! She was your girlfriend back then when you pushed into this. And now I have to live with knowing that I helped you. “It wasn’t what I thought it would be,” she said, “that’s for sure. I thought for sure it would hurt more. It didn’t. But I can definitely feel that you were up my ass.” “And… would you do it again?” “I think so. Not every day. Not every time I have sex. But from time to time… a treat. Something different.” Helen touched her finger to my lips, wiping some of my own cum onto them. “You ever taste yourself?” she asked. “All the time. I actually like the taste of my own cum.” “Good. Because I’m.