I was cupping my wife's huge breasts and tenderly sucking her nipples, while she stroked my now erect cock. I licked her body down to her hairy pussy,...smelling her lovely scent. She was wet by now and I eased two fingers gently into her warm vagina. Her eyes were closed and she was sucking on her finger, she was excited. I gently bit on her clit and sucked, still fingering her slowly. She was now squeezing her tits intently, needing something to occupy her hands in the excitement. I reached up. A year from now nobody in this town will even think about you. What they think about you in the next year won’t mean squat.”“Okay, I get that,” she said. “But what I think about me does mean squat.”“And you think you’re a pervert,” I said.“No. What I think is that if I keep doing stuff with you I’m not going to be a virgin when I get to college!“ That last part was yelled and I winced because the garage doors weren’t insulated.I stood up and went over to her as she started to cry. I put my arms. Breathing heavily he moved up to her neck, giving her a soft bite. Massaging her soft skin with his tongue, biting licking and sucking her body turned him on. He worked an area over and over giving her a dark hickey. Donna was so engrossed with passion at that point All she could think about was him ravaging her in every way. She could feel herself getting very very wet. Donna had to admit she was getting as much stimulation from the kissing and biting as she would a full blown fucking.. but. “Poetic phrasing, I guess. Stupid, but poetic. So, you’re planning on finding strength in your hatred? You really think that’s a healthy approach?”Smiling, I replied. “How healthy does it have to be? We don’t really have to be concerned about long-term effects, do we? In six months, I’ll be in a grave.”“My friend, forget reconciliation for now, you don’t have to spend time with her. I can talk to you about coping techniques, warn you about what’s going to come up for you emotionally, I can be.