I thought it was hilarious and rather fitting, but in their eyes, you had committed blasphemy. Their reaction was similar to that of the Islamic Mulla...s to those Danish cartoons - it was an act worthy of death. You wouldn’t have gotten that kind of response if you’d announced that Mary, the mother of Jesus, was a whore.”“Twenty years older and wiser, I can see the truth in that. Now, you said that was the first influence. What are the others?”“One, I think Brad is beginning to get suspicious. How about you?”“It felt surprisingly nice,” she confided.“Oh, just you wait. You know that one day soon you’ll have me licking that gorgeous ass and then you’ll be asking me to fuck it!” I laughed, as Emily playfully slapped me.“Nothing is going into my ass, period. I might let you play with it from time to time…if you’re good,” she grinned.Pulling her tight to me, I kissed her once again. Deeply, passionately and lovingly. This girl was amazing — I couldn’t possibly ever let her go. Releasing. "Wait..." I said finally as he stopped and looked back at me. What do I do here? He had to make up for it somehow... but how... he couldn't just fuck my gf and get away with it... definitely not.... at this moment, the thought of him fucking her ran through my head. Him pounding her pussy hard from behind. Her on top of him, riding his cock as they kissed and moaned. There was only one way to make things good again... I was going to fuck him. Just like how he fucked her. I remembered when we. . she used to be nicer to us. I sort of miss the old Patrice." The old Patrice is long gone," noted Jack.I nodded my head ruefully. "Yeah."I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Jack. I left when I heard Jack's mother start supper, knowing that my mother would kill me if I got home late two days in a row.I had almost forgot my bag with the ticket roll in it as I was leaving.Jack noticed the bag. "You still playing with them things?"I tightened my grip on the bag. "I was trying to think.