'It also has a shower room off of it.And quite a big shower as well'.Big enough to fit two people in for a good wet sex session is what went through m...y head.After she had shown me around we finished the tour in the kitchen.It had one of those old style farmhouse tables.I could serve her her up on that table and give her a good tongueing.She asked me if i was interested in the property and i said 'i was but i would like to go away and think about it'.She gave me her card and said'Give me a call. His whisper still bounced off the naked walls of the bathroom, and I let out a moan to accompany his words as I took in his fragrance, my first taste of him, sweet and salty, intense and new, yet also familiar and comforting. His tongue sought to enter my mouth and I parted my lips more against his, greeting him with the wet tip of my tongue. We kissed deeply and hungrily, gradually giving into our senses as I found myself rubbing my pelvis against his thigh through the rough fabric of the. I sat up and reached out to comfort her and she fell into my arms in a clinging embrace. She felt so good and I was being such a phony shit!... But she felt so good! This was to be my first real understanding of the phrase, "A stiff prick has no conscious." I was a real, conscious-less prick... and getting prickier by the minute. Betty was still trembling and her skin getting colder by the seconds due to early hour and her state of undress. I felt the goose bumps on her skin. Shit, I could see. He was supposed to come home to me. He stayed out with his friends. It was that simple.I was pissed. Not because he was with his friends, but because I felt disrespected and taken for granted. I could have filled my time being productive. I could have fallen deep into my work. I could have met my own friends. I could have drunk a bottle of wine, instead of settling for the usual beers that occupied the refrigerator. I could have masturbated! I could have enjoyed myself. Instead, I sat there.