I don't know exactly... I mean its just so... so...confusing... I'm glad that I can finally move forward and not hide who Iam, but... I feel sad at th... same time, like part of me has actually diedor something... Does that make any sense?" I ask.Dave gives me a sad smile and puts his hand gently on my shoulder, "Itdoes... well mostly... Hey if you need anything, just let me know... I'vegot your back Rebecca..."I reached up and gave his hand that was on my shoulder a squeeze. "ThanksDave, that. He guides the bulb of his cock to her opening and pulls her down the rest of the way, and her moans quickly evolve to a scream, and soon a whimper, a reverie of whimpers, one for each thrust. He buries himself deep into her, loving her cunt through proclamations of ownership that serve feed her frenzy. His cunt, he calls it. His bitch, his whore, his slut, and he makes her say it. She can barely hear her own words. Her glazed eyes hide behind narrow slits as she spies her Charlie jerking. She nodded again. "S-sure." They walked over to the bar, and she hoisted herself up onto a stool."Hm... looks like there's vodka, tequila, some O'Doul's, and rum." He looked up at her, a silent question moving between them that did not pertain to her preferred drink."Ah.. the rum is fine, I guess." He nodded, poured her a small amount in a faceted crystal glass. Their fingers brushed as he handed it to her, and her breath caught in her throat. She sipped, feeling the warmth uncurl in her chest. Her dunking brought me out of my dining euphoria, and I pulled her back up quickly. She coughed and gagged as I patted her back then held her close as I apologized for my stupidity. Once she was breathing air again, we cuddled with her head on my chest until her heart stopped racing."Before I nearly drowned, that was one of the best orgasms I've ever had. You have some amazing oral skills, and you can use them on me anytime you like," Doreen quietly breathed into my ear.I whispered back, "I'm.