His white bread girlfriend — your ex- wife — convinced him to get a penile implant! Now, whenever he wants to have sex, all he has to do is pump h...mself up. I'm sure it feels just fine in your ex's pussy, but he goddamn tears me apart every time he fucks me." Then why do it?" I wailed. "Why not just kiss his ass good-bye, leave that place, that life if you have to, and come home to me?"My lover just stared at the sheets for a moment, collecting her thoughts."That's the complicated part, Baby. "No, I don't." He waited for her to say something further. "I did not ask to understand. I asked for a name." It was only once and it will never happen again." Oh, did he not suit yo' fancy?" he snapped."I didn't ask for it, Wilton just..." She stopped as JD's face responded to the name. "JD. Julius, it wasn't like that. Please, just listen."He held up his hand. He knew it was bad. Wilton. He looked at her. He could hardly blame the boy - she was lovely."Get out of the car, Miss Sullivan." He. It was like he was trying to scratch the itch I had burning inside, all the while toying with my clit with the length of his tongue. I could not believe the sensation and I exploded. The feeling started inside me and ran like lightning all the way out to my fingers and toes. I pushed my pelvis up to put more pressure both on my clit and inside my pussy, and the waves of pleasure began, one right after the other for a full 10 seconds as my whole body exploded in an orgasmic spasm. I felt the. But it just wasn't like before.Susan's image never left her mind.The next morning, Donna rolled a barely conscious nineteen year-old kid off of her. He groaned, then curled up in fetal position on the floor. Donna didn't recognize him and she wondered how lucid either of them had been when they started something neither could finish. She looked around the living room where she had slept--trashed even worse than yesterday.Susan.The hangover quelled the euphoria enough for all the repressed.