’ I lay back down. She stroked my shaft, then let her fingertips linger on the bottom of the shaft near the head… ‘Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk.’ She was ...issing my left thigh, while her other hand softly squeezing my buns. ‘Now, I wanna taste you, baby. I’ve been waiting to suck yout sweet cock all morning. I wanted to wake you up with it but decided to wait until now. It was sooo hard – giggle – to wait.’ By the end of that, she was blowing hot air all over my dick. Her tongue darted out, licking some. At that same moment I was thinking it was June in Southern California and usually I get lucky somewhere around the end of August and meet some girl trying to get some before her summer in So. Cal. is over. I should just be enjoying this hottie that picked me up and lead the way into having wild, sex the following day? I just graduated from High School and took the first job that was offered to me which was bagging groceries at a strip Mall in the town I was born and raised in. I was only. He had never really thought about how he would be intimate with Emily after the changes. But this wasn't even after, this was during, as poorly prepared as they were for the future he felt even less prepared for the present. He wasn't sure if it was even allowed by the company for her to handle his...Despite his better judgement and everything his experience in the shower had told him about what he was becoming Stan nodded his head. He grunted as he looked away, still trying to not look at what. There was a lot to be done. But first I had some sober thinking to do. I spent at least two hours per day thinking and sorting out my feeling. I felt I had been betrayed by two of the most important people in my life. I felt anger, hurt and loss. I felt booed, screwed, and tattooed. I also felt a sense of possibility. I wanted the divorce, of that there was absolutely no doubt. My heart told me that I would not be able to trust Jeanne again. Steve was history no matter what decision I reached.