The emotions that you explain, I have experienced a hundred or more times. The difference with you is that you can stop it, I couldn’t.”“How can...I stop it?”“All you have to do is walk in there and tell Lyn that you have made a mistake. Tell her you do love her, and I know you do. Tell her you don’t want her making love to other men. Tell her that you want to be the only man who makes love to her.”“But she told me that she still loves you. She may not listen to what I say to her. What happens. I put my beefy cock in that pussy again and started fucking hard again she was biting her own lips and I was biting and rubbing bog tits, I put my one finger in her mouth and she started sucking it and moaned aaaahhh ummm aaahhh yeah baby aaahhh. I was tired and laid down on bed she came on me and sat on my tower in just one moan aaaaahhh and started riding on my dick. Her boobs were bouncing in the air that was an awesome vies for my eyes.I put my hands on her boobs and enjoy them bouncing.. Which sound was sweeter, a breath that had been stolen, or the one that was wedged sideways in her throat? You know the kind. It's the one where she sucks in her breath, making that little inbound squeal and it lodges there in her throat, unable to come out. What a sweet sound. It was hard to decide which one was the sweetest.The echoes of her broken efforts to breathe rang in Catherine's head like she was still with Karen. The bed still smelled of their sex. Catherine continued to replay the. I struggled to comprehend the situation for a brief moment and my subconscious took over."It's the next door neighbor."All was silent for a second."Oh," the voice said "Well I actually could use some help if its all right?"I blinked twice and tried to find words to respond."Uhhh yeah sure, hang on." I said, throwing my backpack in the next room and nearly bolting out of my kitchen.I slowed down as I entered the open door of the apartment next to mine so I wouldn't look insane, and briskly.