We would talk. Real talk, the kind of talk that makes you wish you could remember who said that quote, or who wrote that great book you need to re-rea...d. I wouldn’t call it love, it’s called chemistry for a reason, and there was a lot of it. The manager liked me because I never kissed anyones ass when we used to work together. I got fired from being a bartender for serving someone interesting a drink. It wasn’t the hot birthday girl that insisted I take a test tube shot from her cleavage or the. I can't be sure of course, but it seemed somebody must have cleaned me up, even my feet didn't look dirty. And walking barefoot in a forest always makes your feet very dirty."Shit, what have I done yesterday?" I thought again. I just needed to know it, so I turned around and looked at Jan. He was still sleeping and was lying with his back towards me. For some reason, I didn't want to wake him. So I decided to get up and take a shower. Even when I looked clean, I just didn't feel clean yet.I got. I didn't want to remarry. But -- this was the early '90's -- I also didn't want to risk unsafe sex and death from AIDS. So I contented myself with masturbation. About that time, I began to have some strange fantasies. There had always been the one of myself with two women. I'd never experienced it because I'd never found a woman who wanted to experience it.In thinking through that particular fantasy, I always imagined the two of them interacting. My "sexual fairness doctrine" that made me seek. Her pussy was melting around him, gushing with sloppy belches, her pink walls were red and swollen making her cunt a nice squishy hole to fuck.His white hot eruption was shockingly sudden, the arachnid showed no signs of pleasure or quickening of pace, just a mechanical undulation of its organ inside her body. The heat washing into her was amazing, she moaned deeply from each burst deep in her core.The low part of her stomach swelled up just under the navel with his hot gift, then his cock.