I tried to get jobs, but turning up dishevelled and drunk didn't help matters much. Days of determination turned into weeks of despair and months of a...rguments. The bars became my home, and I visited my wife when I was broke, or too depressed to go on. The only thing that kept me alive was the love for Minnie.One glum night at the bar an unfamiliar man walked through the door. That in it self wasn't worth noting, people I'd seen every day in my drunken haze still remained unfamiliar. But this. ”“I appreciate that,” I say as he runs his tongue over my folds. I feel his stubble against my core as he licks me up and down, digging in with his tongue. He shifts his focus between sucking my clit and sticking his tongue inside me. He holds onto my thighs as they shake uncontrollably. He laps up my juices only to create more with his tantalizing tongue. My breath comes in shudders until he finishes. The wave of my second orgasm washes over me. He licks his thumb and runs it over my clit one. Her mom, my wife Gina, is a stripper, a drug addict, a slut, and an unfit mother, but I love her. I am a chemist with a regular job in the research and development division of one of the major pharmaceutical companies. I am also a Libertarian. I don’t think the government should interfere in matters relating to personal conduct, such as sex and drugs, which will become evident from this account of my life.Because of my access to pharmaceuticals and my knowledge of them I can readily satisfy. Driving past an up-market florist, I suddenly floored the brake: they had a sign announcing a special offer on green roses! If you've ever tried to buy flowers for a redhead, you'll know just how difficult it is. Red roses clash horribly, yellow roses mean jealousy, white roses mean platonic love, but green roses are perfect! I went in and bought a large bunch. The fact that they were strongly scented was a bonus.Arriving at work, I made my way to Claire's office. The door was open and her.