Jake cam exactly the same time he did ever night. He rolled over his chest moving up and down rapidly for a while until he finally feel asleep.Shannon...waiting until he stared snoring then she slowly rose from the bed, dressed quickly in sweat pants and a jacket, grabbed her keys and drove to her best friend Malekas' house. 'There's a difference between making love and having sex she said walking through the door of the five story mansion. Maleka had heard this line many times before so she. I knew there and then it was going to be a pleasure having him stretch this wet little cunt of mine. She continued to stroke at my erection only now she had started to undo my zip. My only regret is I never got the chance to suck him. I guess the truth was we both needed it too much for any niceties. It was quite simply the case, he wanted to Fuck me and I wanted to BE Fucked. She closed her eyes and I instinctively knew she was going over that night again in her head. I pushed two fingers in. "Pretty sick, huh?" Your idea?"She nodded. I laughed the hardest I had in a years."I'm going to die like my mom, aren't I?" she asked me. I looked at the orange scented oil jar in my hand."Bailey, I don't know anything about what Magdalena's grandmother told you." Everybody but you calls her Maggie." I'd be offended if you called me Matt or Matthew," I said. "My mom gave me a name. I'm sure Magdalena's mother thought about it too." She doesn't mind--Maggie, I mean."I shrugged, "I can help. I really don’t need any more of your help. Thank you for everything but–‘ ‘Don’t be silly. This is good. Yeah, this is a good thing,’ he said as if trying to convince himself of that. ‘If I’m reticent at all, a creature of a stringent routine to get me through my day, it’s because I’m not very good with change.’ ‘Trust me. I know. We all have our routines. Imagine me being flooded out of my house to roam the street, live in a shelter, and eat at a mission. Quite the change, I swear I’d have to.