Mark had texted me an hour earlier. His message was straight to the point:Mark: Come over at 7:00 pm. Wear that old uniform you were talking about and... a pair of white panties. Put your hair in a ponytail. Don’t be late, slut.I blushed when I read it. Mark and I had only been screwing for a few short weeks, but he already knew that I was a depraved little slut, eager for his cock. I got ready quickly and booked it over to his place, flushed with anticipation.Finally, he opened the door.It was. To find some way to be together even if it meant waiting until our next life. The bathroom was thoroughly steamed as I twisted the shower knob closed. I imagined. I smelled her scent riding on the thick moist air. I pulled the shower curtain to the side. Several cotton towels were waiting for me. Throwing the closest towel over my head. I began to dry my hair. I then slowly burying my face in the soft folds.I again breathed in deeply. Every smell was so clean and fresh. As I lingered in the. It gave me the chance to show those assholes that I had done better than they had. I still found it hard to believe that they picked me least likely to succeed.I stepped out of the car and looked around immediately to see if I recognized any faces. A few. Then my old friend Tom showed up. He was looking good and had a his wife on his arm. He had collaborated with his father in the family business of construction contracting. The three of us walked in and caught up as we moved to the commons. When my nephew finally called him back, he simply said that we had bad reception where we were, even if the reality was that the reception was fine; it’d just be hard to talk if one of us had a cock in our mouths. Literally, every moment in between us where we weren’t sucking each other off or fucking was now filled with thoughts of doing just that. I couldn’t even have a meal with my nephew now without imagining my hard cock in his mouth.We intentionally stopped about a block from his house,.