Not Friday though, you could be with Greg then if you want.” “You have a date with Artsy?” Dan gave a sheepish grin. Almost blushing he said, �...Not really a date, and not just Artsy. An interior decorator, I am pretty sure he is gay, and another woman, older, widow type, who is a patron of the arts.” “It’s okay Dan; no it’s more than just okay. You should have an outlet. I’ve told you several times, don’t just sit here and mope when I am with Greg; that’s not good for you.” “If I have my. I could only imagine the pain he'd gone through at the loss of his wife, and I most certainly did not envy him. I was very glad that things were working out so that she could go back and the two of them could work together on staying afloat and even rise above the tempestuous waves that life seemed to be sending their way. She helped him redecorate the house so that it felt different to come home. She worked to make sure he knew that it was okay to move forward, that they weren't going to. " You're a slut." He smiled at her and added, "you're a whore. You're the most wanton, horny, nymphomaniac I've ever met and I love every bone of your kinky body." I am. I'm such a slut. I love to get fucked. I love making people come and them making me come." She turned her head and rested her ear on his chest as if listening to his heart. "I absolutely love feeling used like a whore," she lifted her head and looked at him, "do you mind that I'm a whore." No, God, I've dreamed about someone. . I just said "hmm" not sure how to process her lying, but I really didn't care.. I then asked "where did he cum?" She immediately looked guilty and replied "oh in the toilet, I just jerked him downwards as he stood, like I was milking a cow, I just milked him... He came a lot, even got some on my hand..".. I say "well, that's kinda hot actually, let's go to bed though I know your tired.." And she says "yeah I hope you enjoyed your little fantasy, thats what you said you wanted that one time..".