But when the tables were turned and she had an affair he couldn’t forgive her. Damn, I wonder how many guys felt that way? I started thinking about ...my views and how I felt. Here I was twenty seven years old, single, considered good looking according to my past dates. Then I realized that I was one of these ‘Double Standard’ guys the author was talking about. I have dated ever since I was a teenager. I had my share of sex and it was good, sometimes really good. I really cared for a number of. It was salty and a little bitter. Exciting! He had tasted it before, a few times, mixed with a girlfriend’s saliva, in kisses, but never full-strength and undiluted. What would it be like to have a whole mouthful. George was now in a euphoric state of arousal and longing. Just once! Just once he would like to have a large, stiff, young, clean cock in his mouth, like the boy below. They could share, passing the cock back and forth! Or the blond could suck George. No! Much better, George could. After this Monica told me that the boss is always looking for new girls and he knew that when my business grows I will have interns and I should train them to work flexibly. She kissed me and said you know I am still horny come to my place not too far lets continue our fun. I was also horny I had not been fucked for a long time and needed this. I followed her and we took off our clothes again and she started licking my body, breasts and bit my nipples. She told me I can’t wait to eat and be. What was to come next? I had survived that experience somehow. Maybe a better thought, a more appropriate thought would be, why? Why had I survived? Why would I want to survive? Why would I want to endure any more of this existence? But, the worst why that came to me instantly in the first moments of awareness was why couldn’t I have just died? How did it all come to this? That I actively wonder why I couldn’t just die. That was my first reaction, my first impulse and thought after my first.