Mary got me a new cup and sat back down. "How long are you going to stay, Lisa?" I don't know. A week? A month? Forever? Until Mark gets tired of me....." Then it's forever." I said. Yes, Lisa did kiss me.We finished our coffees — and one tea — over general friends-type conversation. Mary and Lisa did exchange a few smiles.We cleaned up the table, apologized for destroying my cup, and headed home. Amanda looked a bit unsure when we all got out of her car, but Mary put her at ease, "Come up or. Dean groaned and put his hand behind her head to give her a little help. Right before he was about to blow his load, they heard the front door open. ‘Oh no, it’s my mom,’ she gasped. They tried to cover themselves up when suddenly someone burst into the room. It wasn’t Rory’s mom, it was Jess! He was wearing his usual white T-shirt, jeans and leather jacket. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?’ Dean yelled. ‘I should be asking you that!’ Jess responded, looking at Deans hastily zipped. And men her own age bored her.They were either dull or poor company, or bitter and angry against women in general, wanting only a sexual fling with no strings attached. God, she hated that phrase anymore. How could sex be fulfilling with a stranger? She wanted to know her lover, inside and out. She wanted to fulfill his fantasies, and her own. She had always told her friends, how can you make love to someone you don’t even like?When she walked into the classroom that day, she had known it was. Once again, I blame my partially satisfied mind as I salivated when I thought about the four inch difference I was missing out on. I thought to myself, ‘If six inches was this wonderful, then a full ten inches would be heavenly.’ I strained to remove those grave thoughts from my mind because I loved him and his cock was all I needed and it was enough for me (no matter how small it was in the grand scheme of cocks).Few days went by and it was safe to say those thoughts of bigger dicks were out.