Thursdays and Fridays." "You're photographers, correct?" "Well... she was training me. What do you mean murdered? Mariska? Are you sure? I can't think... of anyone who would want to hurt her." "Yes. I'm very sorry for your loss. The two of you were close?" I shrug. "Marginally. We're friendly. She's a phenomenal photographer and a great person." "Funny. You say 'marginally.' She left you her entire company." "Me?" "You didn't know? Seems she wrote you into her will this Monday." "I had no idea.". I found out she was amazing at giving head. She couldn’t deep throat my entire cock, but she used her tongue in ways I can’t describe. When I couldn’t hold back an orgasm I thought she was going to swallow my load, but at the last second she pulled away and I covered her face with my goo. The timing was perfect and she was definitely very experienced at knowing when a guy is going to come. We’re a very good match. I lost my erection for about thirty seconds, but placing my cock between her. It was somewhat disconcerting, but as long as she humped her ass up high and didn’t shout too loud, it was all right with me because she had the tightest rear door channel I had ever had the pleasure to navigate and that’s the gospel truth.My kinky Kate was beginning to go into one of her low periods. It was a time when she started drinking a lot faster and looking for strange cock in dangerous places. The last time she got into one of those down and dirty spells, she had gotten two black eyes. At the time I'm writing this, Bridget and I have been a thing for just a few days. We've expressed serious feelings for one another beyond friendship, and we both feel great about it. I think we each have legitimate needs the other can fill for a time (No idea how long our time together may be. But of course, who does, right?).We've just started to talk through the ridiculously complex logistics that go along with something like this. The fact that I'm married with children will do nothing but.