That was awesome!”In another labored exhale, Brent asked, “You want me to pull it out now?”I answered, “No. Your cum feels nice. It’s warm.... Leave it inside me”We continued to lie there together. Brent was drained. His breathing slowed. I could feel Brent’s penis was softening. After several minutes, Brent pulled his dick out but continued laying on me.Brent whispered, “Did you like being impaled on my junk?”I answered, “If I knew, ...if I even thought it would feel that awesome, ...it. J; my glucose-deprived brain wondered if she was just as hairy under her habit and might even have red toenails.As each hour passed, it was harder and harder to focus on my tasks. Feeling bloated and edgy from too much coffee, I was tired, sweaty, dirty, and hungry. I had been on my feet most of the time I had been there, not a typical day for a software developer.Sister Joan seemed surprised that I was still there when it was time to turn off the lights and lock up. “Thank you, Mr. Fenner,”. Me, I just sat back and listened to more garbage come out of Van’s mouth. He had a new woman every week. I didn’t have a real interest in another one of his whore stories.“You would think.” Van said, “You would think she was on the rebound looking for some real dick to satisfy her, but she’s shut me out. I fucking make her meals and massage her back and do all this other shit she should be digging, but for two weeks I’ve got nothin’ to show for it. Except! Finally last night she helped me out. ” Amie says in a cool even voice.An awkward few minutes passes when he say, “Mind if I sit here?”“Suit yourself.” Amie responds.Dwayne was now a few minutes late and Amie seems agitated, glancing around the lounge to see if he has come in. I’m starting to wonder if he is going to show when he walk into the room..He pauses for a moment and then goes to the opposite end of the bar, sits down and orders a rum and coke. He sips his drink and seems to not notice Amie. She glances at me and back at.