I'll never want to be with her or anyone else, without you." As long as you're not doing this just for me, I'm okay with it. I don't have any problem ...sharing you as long as it's what you want. But know this going forward, you are more than enough for me and always will be."Red jumped into my arms and wrapped herself around me as we kissed passionately. As our hunger grew, I felt a hand on my cock. The head was being positioned in between Red's labia. Once I was lined up, I pushed inside, and. Fuck’em all. Fourteen days. Two solid weeks in that dark house. I wouldn’t turn on any lights. No TV. I didn’t bathe, I didn’t shave. I sat in my chair or I lay in my bed and wallowed. I had a few visitors after the first couple of days, but I’d rarely let them in, and before long they had the decency to stop showing up. Only Cathy from next door wouldn’t let me sink into complete oblivion. Every day, at least 3 times a day, she’d check in on me. I wouldn’t have let her in, but she had a key to. “John, did you hear something?”“No, why? Did you?” Shcooks was having trouble formulating a sentence with a cock stuffed in her ass.“Oh shit! Oh shit, shit, shit!” I pulled out of Shcooks when she whimpered at the sudden loss. “Dude, what’s going on?” she asked, sitting up, worry beginning to work its way onto her face.“I think that’s fucking Jimmy; I told him to come in once he got here," I answered, pure fear plastered on my face. “Oh shit! What do we do?!”Instead of responding, I shoved. Attracted to Christine from the first day I met her, especially now in the way I missed her daughter, and especially now with her in her nightgown and asking my permission to sleep with me, I wanted to have sex with her. Lusting over her for years, I wanted to touch and feel her everywhere. Feeling so lonely and so horny, and with her looking so very much like Samantha, sometimes even mistaking mother for daughter, especially in the dark and especially when so wishing that she was Samantha.