.. now. Before, if Sharon hadn't been quite so... vengeful, there might have been a slight chance that we could have fixed things. Now... that bridge ...ad been burned. Into my mind, into my heart.I managed to get to the bank before Sharon did... and probably not by much. I moved out half of everything, allowing for the years we had been happy together. I couldn't bring myself to take everything, even though my lawyer probably could have figured out a way to do just that.I next found a small. You keep doing this, on and on, and I can hear you getting excited, but you just keep going, pressing yourself on my hand like a cat on a door post. I know how hot and wet you’re getting and you suddenly lean down and unzip me and take my cock in your mouth, keeping my hand where it was in your pants. I love how you run your tongue round it as you lick me, pressing on my fingers with your hot wet clit. Your heavy breathing on my cock just makes it harder. Then you stand up and pull your jeans. Skinny. Nice looking but skinny. Jackie was probably five foot three and weighed about one-oh-five. He was blessed with his mother’s curly red hair, auburn, not carrot red. An easy target for a big athlete. ‘What do you think we should do about it?’ Matt asked. ‘I think you should go talk to him. Convince him to leave Jackie alone.’ ‘Talk? I don’t think talk will do the job. He’s a boy of action. Probably hasn’t had a thought this month.’ ‘You have a better idea?’ Matt was having trouble having. I wanted to taste it, feel it explode. I paused long enough for my bra to come off and my shirt to be lifted over my head, but as soon as I was naked, I dove back on the cock in front of me. It wasn’t long before he exploded in my mouth and I groaned as I felt the thick goo flow into my throat. I grinded with more speed as his cum diminished and cock grew soft, cumming in violent shakes as I released the half hard dick from my mouth. Once released, I stood and let the cock free that was inside.