Yet, he heard and saw and smelled.What he saw he could not describe. There were colors. There also was a throbbing. Slow pulsating globs rose as in on... of those ugly lava lamps.The sounds were music. Or maybe not music at all. They were sounds as lazy as the rising globs. His entire world seemed in slow motion.Every slow breath he took filled his head with memories. Not real memories. Just luke-warm breezes of artificially remembered happiness. They were long gone feelings of being well.... If she were this bad in the morning it would be ten times worse by the time I got home from work."Are you willing to listen to me now?" Why? What can you say that will change the fact that you cheated on me?" I didn't cheat on you." Damn you, don't you dare lie to me. You admitted it yesterday." No I didn't. I admitted that what Wanda said was true. You ran away before I could finish." Then I went on to explain what had happened, all of it, including my active participation toward the end. "Did. I asked him to leave so we could discuss the events and he did, again apologizing for the no condom sex again.They hugged and kissed after he dressed and I asked my wife as to what the hell just happened. She told me that she was sorry but it felt way too good to stop once it started.We started kissing and playing with each other and I realized that I loved the feeling of her cum filled pussy and also her “well fucked” look and the smell of sex.We got on the bed, played some more, and she took. I’d just broken up with a boyfriend who I really liked. Loved, honestly. He called it off and it felt so personal. It invalidated my blossoming confidence. Like many teen girls, I overthought things to the point of serious self-doubt. As a result, I lagged in my school work. I got Ds and Fs on a few tests and failed to turn in assignments.While most of my classes were still decent enough that I wasn’t afraid of failing, my World History course was not so mediocre. I was well in the.