”“I STILL hate you for that!” I laughed. “Though it eventually turned out OK.”“After she screamed ‘Fuck you, Steve Adams!’ in the Milf...rd High lunchroom!”“You were the one who told me I could only be with her once!” I grinned.“True. We were all so clueless back then. But back to the present - I want to ask you another question. Are you just going to let her walk away? The way you did with Kathy? The way you did with Stephie? The way you did with Abbie when she moved out?”“Fuck you, Jennifer!” I. By the time I heard Mom going down the stairs to sit with Dad I was well on the way to orgasm. I guess most guys are like that -- once they learn their cock has other uses than pissing, it's like a new toy.Anyway, a few minutes later I was startled by the appearance of a silhouette in the open doorway. I relaxed when I realized it was Steph. She tiptoed across the floor and slipped into bed next to me. Wasting no time, she took over my hand job. That freed my hands to explore her tits and pinch. Before her twins got old enough to be in college, before her life had taken a sharp turn for the worse about a decade ago, when, on a morning not unlike this one, she came back home due to some emergency she no longer remembered only to find her husband, in their own nuptial bed, probing alternatively and methodically each holes of one of her dearest friends with his well-endowed member that she had since grown to hate. Her jogging pace quickened, along with her now frantic breathing as she. “So this is where you slope off to is it? Look, I’m so sorry Ruth, she shouldn’t talk to you like that.” I stub out my cigarette and look into Greg’s big blue eyes. “No she shouldn’t. It’s hurtful and unprofessional. And I deserve better.” “No I know, I know. But she won’t listen to me, you know what she’s like. For what it’s worth I think you’re brilliant, and we are lucky to have you.” I don’t know whether it was Greg’s kind words or the words of Alexis hitting home, but I suddenly and.