She put the end of it right up to my ass hole, and then she slid under me and took my dick in her mouth. As soon as it was half way to her throat, she... plunged the dildo all the way deep into my ass. I gasped and sank my dick all the way into her throat. She stopped to let me get used to it, and then slowly started fucking my ass. I pulled my dick up a little so she could work it better. She slowly picked up the speed of the dildo and cock sucking. After about ten minutes she was literally. That night I went to bed and took my vibrator out for the first time since the divorce. I celebrated my new friend with a great orgasm. Next week life continued like always except that now I took more time in saying good bye to Ellen. And this Friday I told Ellen that we were going to go shopping with the girls and I invited Ellen to go. She said yes, would like to meet the girls. Saturday, just before lunch she was there, with a very decent short pants outfit and a tank top that. They would have never have becomeinvolved with you. No wonder they feel betrayed! Can you blame them forfeeling the way they do? Haven't they every right?Think of how many lives you've disrupted, how many promises you'vebroken, how much of their time and trust you've stolen. But this isnot an excuse to throw yourself a pity-party, sissy. Feeling sorry foryourself, wallowing in guilt, indulging in self-pity--that's what you'vedone in the past; ultimately, such feelings are just. He and Grandma have lived here forever. I didn't realize it at first, but I swear that somebody was following me, and I was right it was my brother Dean. Dean "So you find the old treehouse that me and Grandpa built." "You and Grandpa built this?" Dean "Yup." "When?" Dean "2 years ago, when I visited here." "Why would you come here to build a treehouse, don't you have some college girls to screw?" Dean "Yeah, well I needed some time alone from college girls and I thought to myself where would.