Bradford pulled his fingers from my wet cunt and I cleaned them, sucking my own sweet wetness.I thought early that day that I would give up being a sl...t, but I was so turned on at that moment that I knew I wasn't ready to go back to being a good girl. There was something deep inside me that needed this. Craved it. Hungered for it."Come, fucktoy," he said grabbing my ass. "It's time to use you as you were meant to be used."We left his office and got into his car. As we drove he played with my. While competitive, Michelle didn’t mind, as the sight of Julie’s firm behind in her spandex running pants, reminded Michelle of her sophomore year girlfriend, who first got Michelle into running. Michelle had also started to look to Julie as almost a surrogate Mother, and when they weren't running or going to gym together, they would talk about all sorts of things. Julie clearly wasn’t from round the area, and explained that she came from Newcastle, and her husband was from Ireland. . And Bobby Joe, well, Bobby Joe is all boy, and hopefully, he’ll look something like me when he’s all grown up.’ ‘Wait for me Lainie,’ he’d whispered into is beer when he thought I wasn’t listening, ‘I’ll be there sooner or later. You left me in charge of the kids and, I promise, as soon as they’re grown and on their own, I’ll be there with you.’ ‘So far, no one has managed to substitute for her,’ he continued to me, ‘and that’s all any other woman would be, just a substitute. Ain’t no one. I had just been promoted to captain in the Air Force in June 1967 when I was asked if I would like to attend either pilot or navigator training. I looked at my shoulder and ascertained that it was wide enough to carry at least one star and probably four stars. Wings plus my Harvard degree would put me on the fast track to being a flag officer. Besides, I had been given meaningful work to do and still consider my six years on active duty as the best job I’ve ever had (other than husband, dad,.