And afternoon. And evening. And most of Sunday. It was about then we stopped using condoms, and I realized I liked the feeling of his cum in my ass...more than I liked it on my face.Halfway through our third month, we had a fight. I don't remember what it was about, but we didn't speak for two weeks, until he apologized and came back. The make-up sex was amazing.After that, we didn't limit seeing each other to the weekends. (Although that was the only time I could really make myself pretty. To be considered to talk to a guy or spend an evening with him you first had to meet the approval of his friends whose gazes grew more and more icy as you followed their perfectly combed heads around their table. If you were desperate enough, you could find a greasy guy holed up at a lone bar table eyeing every person around; he would be more than happy to take you home and use you as the body you are, not the person. I grew to admire this brittle French system that annoyed me so much, men. " We'll see about that," she added, before taking his wood into her mouth."I love you, I love you, I love you, and I love you some more, Kate, you're awesome," he moaned, setting his hands on her head. "I'll scream at you at the top of my lungs if it gets you to do this again." No, that's working the system, that's not okay, buster," I giggled, pushing him.He lay back as much as possible and endured the oral pleasure of his sister's mouth on his johnson. She kept her eyes on his for the time. I know that is devious and absolutely downright demented thinking and the worst of it all was I going to catch one and take home with me in a bucket of water and use it on a woman! My fantasy was using it to pleasure my wife! The guide had ask me that morning just what in the hell was I loading that 5 gallon bucket into the boat for? I had told him it was so I could catch one of those swamp eels and take it home to cook and eat. He just told me they were damn.