“I’m not interrupting anything, Mr. Reynolds?”“What’s this, Mr. Reynolds stuff, I thought it was Matt and Suzy? is there a problem?” sudde...nly, clouds were on the horizon.She edged closer to the bed. “No, not that I know of. It’s just that you seem to have become famous. The news media has been talking about you almost nonstop for the past month. They are calling you the hero in the hills. There’s even talk about medals and awards.”“Horse pucky, I didn’t do anything that anybody else wouldn’t. He said - wow, hope you liked it. Soon there will be guys out there who will want something similar all the time.I did not say anything but stared at him rubbing his soft dick which now had shrunk almost to 10 percent of what it was.He then asked me if I wanted to get off too - I said yes.He asked me to drop my pyjamas and panties.I obeyed, he then asked me to lie down on his bed. He spread my legs wide and I felt his warm tongue and mouth on my pussy a few seconds later. It was the most. We would still text and video chat, but it wasn't the same. Then she started to become distant from me. She would blow off plans with me to "hangout with friends" and go to parties without me. It was a rough patch we were going through, but I loved her and knew we would get over it when we were able to see each other more. When we would hangout, she would always be on her phone texting all these guys that she would tell me not too worry about because they were just friends.One day, a year or so. Getting up I went close to her and said “Come with me”, took her hand and led her first to the kitchen. She followed me, inquiring, “Is there something to do? I’ve finished washing all the vessels?” So I told her, I’m making something for you to eat. I opened the fridge and took out some eggs and asked her “Shall I make an omelet for you?” She blushed and said ”Let me, I am the servant, I should cook for you!”. I asked her to dice the onions and help me but insisted that I would cook for her..