I stood up and dressed, then pecking Chris on the cheek left hurriedly. I sat in my car trying to make sense of my emotions; there was the normal Eliz...abeth, the quiet academic prude. Then there was some zombie Liz whose conscious mind had no control of her actions. Beyond that, some sex addict Liz, that one was the worst. She craved sex, and like all addicts, just waited for the next fix. I felt that stirring in my crutch again and forced my mind to think of my next task, I must tell Pablo’s. She said she wore her white shorts which, without panties, showed quite a camel's toe. When he came in there was the customary greeting hug, except he lingered and massaged her back and finally her butt. She said it didn't take much to get her "humming" as the baby nursing her tits always heated her engine! She looked up at him and he kissed her full on the lips and the party was on.They sat on the living room sofa and proceeded to build each other's excitement. When she told him the baby. “Pardon “said Pauline “I still enjoy a lick out down there”“Woh …girlfriend…I meant restaurant meals…though now you have brought it up…god is that how you make out…I mean you were never going to be a Nun but don’t you have to stop for how many months….and what’s Russell doing…porn…besides what about your arse honey…I bet its getting lonely.”“Tanya …it’s all myth…eight month sex is fine and boy will I need it…food and sex will get me through this… here whip the cream sweetie... the only one. Now, fuck. Now I guess that is not gonna happen.”“No honey, it’s not gonna happen. Tell me, do you think you can patch this up?”I held her tight and shook my head. “No, no. More because of the lies than anything else. Hell, she could not even tell me the truth about the accident, I know she was not driving. She could not even send a letter with the rings apologizing and saying it was over and why. It’s like she is just casting me aside. No, it hurts, but that is something that does end it..