" He loved her music, her instrument, and after a pause, like the break between scores in a concert, he reached to spread the lips of her sex, thumbs ...preading her, opening her sex to his eyes, watching the drop of her nectar that had gathered at the opening to her fall, running down and onto the tablecloth.He bent and ran his tongue along the delicate skin below her sex, tracing up over her sex, tasting her, drinking her, then dipping into her well, tracing the rim of her cunt, running around. I wasn't blessed with a good eye, when it came to picking men. My high school sweetheart was killed by a drunk driver when he was 17. I was devastated at the loss. I didn't date for the rest of high school. I mourned him so deeply, I wouldn't let anybody near me. I threw myself into my studies and aced most of my classes. As I stood before my fellow graduates to give the valedictorian address, I wept inside for the young man that should have been sitting in the audience, waiting to. My coaxing seemed to calm her and she slowly turned over onto her back and said she would try to explain what she had done, I told her she didn't need to explain but she was insistant saying that she needed to tell me o that I would understand.I sat and listened as she explained about her life as a single mother looking after me and protecting me and how she craved someone to love her and cuddle her during the long lonely nights but how she never wanted another father figure in my life. I could. Her voice turned ugly and she spat at the phone, almost shouting, "You are going to sit there and listen to me get fucked in the ass you bastard!" A sudden grunt and then a lengthy silence before she spoke again, "Oh Ron... Jerry had me wear a butt plug this last hour and I am all ready for him now I think... !" A lengthy guttural groan and then more silence.Ron knew he should hang up, should end this humiliation - his wife of twelve years was on a business trip and with some guy named 'Jerry'..