"Or we could do something that's fun for the both of us," I suggested. "You mean have sex. I don't think I am ready for that yet," Tia apologetically ...aid."What if it wasn't real sex," I asked again, slightly annoyed she didn't want to, but knowing she would come round eventually. "What do you mean not real sex?" questioned Tia."Butt sex, I stick my dick in your butt instead of your pussy," I said. "I guess I could to that, it can't get you pregnant can it?" Tia asked. "No, it is perfectly. “Nooooo…Oh….Please….please stop, oh please stop!”“Not for 55 more minutes slut. I am going to keep on doing everything I can to make it hard for you to resist.” As I said this I started tonguing in and out of her pussy. Man she was on fire. She tried not to react, but she was simply too horny from the way her husband left her. Finally, she started to move, up and down, making little fucking motions with her hips. Her husband had told me that her nipples were crazy sensitive too, so I reached up. ” He led them to a breakfast nook.Freya said. “I hope you like lasagna. We have ice cream with strawberries for dessert.”“That sounds wonderful.” She must have asked Deirdra. He looked at her.“Yes, I asked. Now, dig in.”During dinner, Freya and Jay kept the conversation light and Brett laughing.As they ate dessert, Jay turned to him. “How are you holding up?”“Let’s see, In one three day period Deirdra left me. My pastor kicked me out and I’ve lost ninety percent of my friends. Now, not two. He had that haunted look of ever present awareness of his surroundings, common to individuals leaving an active war zone. Alice was very familiar with how to deal with men in that state of mind, having experienced a lifetime of greeting soldiers just returned from war. The young man was her youngest son, George.George said, “It’s becoming a war of attrition. They’re losing people, and we’re losing support.“Since their ability to recruit new supporters based on religion was destroyed, they can’t.