I added a second finger, pushing both slowly inside, gently pushing back and forth. You moved your hips, taking my fingers deeper. Go slow, you aske.... I could play with your ass all day, I told you. I kept one finger massaging your clit, keeping you in that nether space between orgasm and reality. You gasped a bit when I withdrew my fingers and you felt my warm wet tongue slip into your asshole. I sensed that you were about to object, but then sighed and pushed your ass onto my tongue. . Then his voice turned rough, ‘But I don’t think you really want a revenge fuck.’ ‘No,’ Beth responded, not taking offense at the words he used or the assumption that he was her target. Their conversation was quiet, giving very little information about themselves. They responded to a remark from someone else down the bar or an item on the local newscast. He laughed at her wit and she smiled at his complaints about the city’s failure to repair pot holes in the streets. Before they finished their. .” He heard his mother gasp. “Then I might find something grossly inappropriate to do with it, like giving it to charity, or using it to help people. By the way, I’ve changed the beneficiaries. None of you,” he looked around the table “will benefit.”James walked to the wood sliding doors leading to the hallway. At the doorway he paused and turned. He looked at the small pile of possessions on the table. “It’s pretty sad that all that’s left of me after twenty years is a wallet, a watch, car. They changed the subject and started talking about the old friends from the school time. Nathan was very curious and finally, he had the courage to drop the question in his own way, saying; he would guess, by now she had a few very beautiful k**s and a very lucky husband but to his amazement, the answer was in denial. She chuckled saying that her career had totally killed her social life and even the sex life; she whispered the last words to herself. Nathan looked at her almost not believing.