We ended up staying and talking for hours. Not about anything of real consequence or the typical exchange of common interests--just talking about past...experiences, current problems, and future ambitions. It was as if we already knew each other well enough to skip all the formalities and requirements of 'getting to know each other.'That became the pattern for the next few weeks. I'd drop by once or twice after work (I rarely scheduled any experiments past six or seven; she had no such. I heard the doorbell and Jessica's footsteps on the stairs. She was *not* going out. I ran out of my room, intent on stopping her.Wearing a man's white tee shirt that fit her like a nightdress, she was standing in the front hallway talking to a young man. He was handsome and tall and muscular, with cute dimples and smiling eyes. I could see his appeal to her."Where do you think you're going?" I snarled."To the Tucker's house," she replied."No, you ****are****not!" Yes, I ****am****, and I'm. That was totally understandable, and it was a bonus that we talked it over at some length before she initiated anything with Jack. They seemed very happy, and Winnie made a wonderful mother. It was sweet watching her breast feed the babies, not minding that I was present, because of our history, and me not interested in starting anything with her, even though she looked sexy with her breasts on display.We still had love, just not passion, and that confirmed that we both were in the right place. I felt hands guiding me back so that my head dangled over the edge of the bar and a cock thrust into my face. I opened my mouth and took it deep in, all the way past my tonsils. More lube was shoved into my anus with the use of a small dildo before David who at 7 inches had the smallest cock prepared to ream my backside. He couldnt reach me on the high bar so they picked me up like a sack of potatoes and carried me to the arm of the couch. They laid me across the arm on my stomach so that.