We were both extremely deprived in the sex department. Needless to say, we were both consumed with sexual activities, trying to make up for years of ...eglect by our ex’s. Trish truly loved giving head and swallowing cum, which fit perfectly with my oral obsession. It was sort of a hobby with her to see how many different places she could suck me off. We would be in the most unusual places and she would get the gleam in her eye, which I quickly learned that it meant she wanted to blow me. . With a heavy heart I packed up my things and left.The drive home was stressful. I had no idea what to do. I didn't want an argument but I also didn't want this to linger and fester in both our minds. I had to deal with things one way or another. I tried to come up with something concrete but as I pulled into our drive, I had nothing. I dropped the garage door and went to face my wife.As I opened the door, I was hit with the smell of something wonderful cooking. I couldn't miss the smell of pot. My dress shoes hadn’t been worn since dance class, so they just needed a buff and they would be more than suitable for my date.I had traded the old silver VW in on a nearly new Chev Impala a few months earlier. It was an early lease turn in and I made a good deal on it. It was a nice medium blue color and would seat five in comfort. There was plenty of room in the trunk for my instruments and other gear, but that was seldom required. Tonight, it was just Rhonda and me and ... well ... who. "Stick around if they want you to. It'll make you feel better," Blake said.When I agreed to stay the nurses left the room and left my visitors alone.Blake had his right arm in a sling and Dane was standing kind of stiff. After I had them give me some more water I asked, "Ok, so what happened? I heard a loudspeaker and then an explosion. That's the last I remember. I talked a little with Helen after the fight but she didn't really know much more than I did. Is it over? Can we go home now?" It's.