He lost job after job. He lost every friend he’d ever had. But he didn’t lose Julie. He was back in his apartment, in his recliner. The clock on t...e VCR beside the TV said it was just midnight again. Steve breathed like a struggling locomotive. Julie stood before him, her hand just having left his. ‘Merry Christmas,’ she said to him. Decades of sadness hung off her voice. ‘Yeah,’ he said. She backed away into the shadows. The flickering light dimmed. ‘See you next year,’ she said, fading,. Closing her eyes and bending her head as if to bow, she let her cold hair fall across his firmness, moving from side to side, her eyes closed, she began to lower her head…slowly…imperceptibly…she moved closer. He felt her hot breath on him now. Her lips so close to touching him, his desire growing. Her tongue extended to gently flick his aching hardness. As she knelt at his side, perpendicular to his body, he viewed the most beautiful silhouette against the red orange glow of the fire. As she. . and dad . . . will hear,' she said, in between heavy breathing. 'They're probably still asleep. But if not, you better keep quiet then hadn't you. Mom and dad won't be pleased to know how much of a slut you're being right now. They'll shout at you for tempting me with your tight sexy ass.' 'But it was you . . .' whined Alice. 'I didn't do anything. I'm not a slut at all.' 'As if any of us believe that,' Mike said. 'Prancing around with your big tits and your big round ass stuck so far out,. All the stupid things they do and then wonder why they get caught. He started telling me about all the things that these women did wrong. If you read his story you know all the things he brought up. I made a mental list of all these things, just in case I ever needed it for future use. As he was reading I put my hands between his legs and grabbed his cock, was he ever hard. These stories must have really turned him on, so I told him to take me to bed and fuck me. I didn't have to ask a second.