I leaned in and kissed her pussy, my lips easily fitted between the folds, they were so large. My tongue explored her, licking and tasting her, she ju...st said, “Mike.”I brought my fingers to her as my tongue sought her clit, two fingers dipping inside, while I stimulated her clit into growth. Now she surged her hips to meet me, her hands taking hold of my head and she pressed me to her. Her body was responding, demanding fulfilment, writhing beneath me.She was pulling at my head, “Come and kiss. As John made his way back to Adam’s, he realized that tonight had just reinforced the reasons that he and Erica had broken up. Whenever Erica drank she became complete sarcastic bitch. He truly hated that side of her. Christine was such a sweetheart. When he got back to Adam’s house he grabbed his car keys and headed back home. Chapter 3 How in hell did Christine even find out about him and Erica driving off together? Who told her? Who would want to sabotage their relationship? All these. But she was also worried about anyone seeing her or some issue with those patient people.But after talking a lot and assuring her everything was gonna be fine, she agreed to come to my home for lunch.The next day, I cooked some food and waited for her to show up at my place. She told me that she only had an hour to spend with me and I planned accordingly.Finally, she came, a bit late though and I was damn hungry. I welcomed her in and we sat down for lunch.After finishing lunch, we still had. He had been here before. Not this bus station. Not this town. But this situation. His life seemed to be a series of hurried exits from dangerous and/or compromising situations. This time he was leaving Scottsdale, Arizona one step ahead of an irate husband.Variations of the scene had been repeated many times in the four years since the 22-year-old aged out of the foster system. Aside from a GED, his only achievement in foster care was learning that older women were attracted to him. Housewives.