Cathy moaned and leaned back into my body.“Dude!” Jason said. “What are you doing home? I thought you'd be in the library for hours yet.”“We... thought it was time for a study break,” I said, as I brought my other hand up to cup and fondle Cathy's starboard tit. “Looks like you, um, guys had the same idea.”“You're not going to tell anyone,” Mark said. He sounded close to tears at getting caught out.“No, dude,” I said. “I don't care what you guys do. More power to ya.”Mark visibly relaxed. It was. “A lot depends on the conversation we are about to have.”“Don’t worry, I won’t hold anything back.”For the next two hours, I grilled her. I made her give me excruciating details about her affair. She told me how she helped Craig redecorate their guest room. Craig was telling her about the sexual rut that he and Molly were in. Craig claimed that Molly had lost interest in sex and hadn’t given him a blowjob in over a year. Jenny confessed to not having sucked my dick in a long while too. . There wasn’t a single home that had felt a paintbrush in a decade. The lawn might have been green a week ago, but since then a hundred pairs of feet had trampled the yard: flatfooters, newshounds, and curious onlookers. But no one was there now. It was just Moe and his memories. The light of day didn’t make the reminiscing any easier. Moe did the whole circle around the house, pausing for a brief slant at the spot that bore his thumbprint. The bloodstain had turned brown like a cartoon mud. She looked up and saw it dangling there before her and touched the tip with her index finger, then tasted her finger with her tongue. ‘Mmmm, nice,’ she said. Saba kneeled before me, and smiled up at me as she held my prick. She licked the bottom of my cock from the base to its head, then swirled her tongue around the head. Then she slid it into her mouth, encompassing it with her wet kiss. She reached around and grabbed my ass-cheeks with her hands, then held me still as she began to slide her.