I was half out of my mind with grief and loneliness, and it was she who was guiding me, and not I guiding her. I can only remember cumming with alarmi...ng speed, without taking much cognizance of what her state of arousal was. I was not making love as a sane man should, but as a man drowning in turbulent waters, desperate for a helping hand. She didn’t climax, but she said that it was all right, that it was my state of mind that was important that night, not hers. The next morning, we made love. ”“Oh, it’s not little.” She bites her pinky.“Trust me, girl.” He pulls his gaze away and leaves her bedroom, leaving her unsatisfied. On the other hand, if Avery has a little something for her, it could be a fun time. She rolls back over to finish one last game of Kart before heading downstairs.There’s no real need to even bother putting on a bra before she heads down to the massage parlor. Avery is waiting for her. God, if she hadn’t walked in on her giving Uncle Ryan head last night, she. Her skirt rode up as she did, revealing smooth, slim thigh, and she made no effort to pull it down. I sat in my desk chair, and smiled at her. “Do you want me to take my top off – I saw you looking at my bra earlier” she said. All I could do was nod as she opened the buttons from the top down and slipped it off her shoulders and on to the desk. She cupped her breasts, and pushed them together and up “do you like them, I think they’re too small” she said, looking down at them and then at me.. I must have put on the robe since I woke up wearing it. I also woke up with a headache, a hangover, and the smell of brewing coffee.I walked to the kitchen and sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Beth handed me a cup of black coffee; bending over to hand it to me. She did the same with a plain toasted bagel. Then she sat with me to chat over coffee.Beth said, “You’re not such a jerk when you’re drunk doing as you’re told. You’re also kinda cute when you’re sleeping.”I replied,.