Mein chup chap line mein chal rahi thi kuch der baad mne mehsoos kia mere chutad ko koi touch kar raha hei mein chup rahi kuch time baad uski harkat t...z ho gayi achanak fir se ek halka sa dhakha laga us aadmi ne meri chutad mein ungli ghusa di mene piche dekha wo besharmi se muskra raha tha mere pati kahin dikhai nahi de rahe the usko poori sheh mil rahi thi aab wo mere boobs ko touch karne laga aab yatra ruk gayi thi or dhake pe dhaka lag raha tha usne apna lund meri chutad par sta dia kuch. A mix of sweat and the spicy scent she wore.I nodded. "Yes, I think so..."She nodded and said, "I'm glad."So that was the start of the next phase of our relationship. Allison seemed to time it perfectly since Betti had started on nights and we would be seeing a lot less of each other.So I moved in with Pete. We were a good match. And soon the four Musketeers seemed to have reformed. Emily took over a social director and Allison was always with her.One evening after we'd been to the lake just to. "More!"The passing beverage cart jolted me awake. I stayed awake long enough this time to look around where I was seated. Across the aisle I spotted a cute guy. He was skinny with pretty white skin and curly brown hair. He was wearing a UCLA sweatshirt. Before I dosed off I smiled at him, and I think I might have blown him a kiss. My mind was so fucked up, who knows.The chairs were all in a circle. It was some kind of 12 step meeting for sex addicts. One by one the people shared their. I had a sort of bad-boy womanizer reputation. I wasn’t sure it was deserved, but I did nothing to discourage it. Part of it was due to the fact that I didn’t date the women in the office. That made me safe to flirt with. I was an excellent flirt. The other part was because I didn’t own a car. I owned a Harley. That in itself was the quintessential bad boy symbol. It also meant that if I was going on a date, we would frequently take her car. Since I was always at work, I usually got her to pick.