Why had she come, she thought ruefully. Online, she could at least pretend she was attractive; here in reality, even with her best on, she was what sh...’d always been, all through high school. The frumpy one, the plain one, the one who sat on the sidelines, and watched the other kids dance. The wallflower, her mom had called her. And here again, the same thing - the men all flocked to the perky tits and big eyes, even when there was only vacuum between the ears. She wished she was not as. I did love him, and even with the cheating, I could have forgiven him. You do recall what I had planned to do, right?”I nodded, “I do. I looked over my shoulder for a month. I was afraid you’d put a hit out on me!”“I thought about it!” she said with a soft laugh. “But I’m Greek, not Italian! I just put the moutza on you!”“The what?”“A curse. You hold your hand like this,” she held up her hand with fingers spread and held it close to my face, “and speak a curse!”“I’m almost afraid to ask,” I. Jan guided me to the wet opening of her pussy and I pushed the hard crown inside. She was very tight so I slowly worked my hips back and forth and side to side as slid in deeper a small bit at a time. Once I was completely inside of her I ground my hips to hers allowing her feeling of being filled again. I began to slowly pump in and out with long strokes as she moaned and groaned in a sexual bliss. She was very wet and her juices were flowing again. I raised her legs up to my shoulders and I. Just as I was about to give in to my urges and slide my hand into my pants, the attic door opened. There was Meg, silhouetted in the doorway. "I got bored, so I thought I'd come up and help," she said as she stepped into the room, stood right in front of me.Without a word, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my fly and fished out my boner. She kissed the helmet, then let it slide into her mouth. I groaned. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust as she slurped her way to the root..