To be honest, I was back to hoping that I never heard from the fucking woman again in my life. Two weeks later I asked her to move in with me. Funny, ...I know. Or stupid, depending on how you feel about it. But, see, with all the drama unfolding around me I had managed to protect myself from doing much thinking on a few key points: 1. I didn’t have a job, any savings, or much in the way of credit. I had two grand from the label. That’s it. 2. The economy was taking a nose-dive, and I’m not. Susie then position her pussy, dripping with my cum, over my mouth and I started licking and sucking her clean. Becky said that she couldn’t believe that I would eat my own cum, and if I could do that to her too. I couldn’t answer again, as I was sucking and licking Susie’s pussy clean, but my wife said that it would be my pleasure. Then my wife started her orgasm. She too started squeezing my head, then fell off me. We all cuddled for a while, with them on either side of me, and we were. To my left a middle aged construction worker stroked the back of a tiny oriental girl. She pressed her breast against his bicep and sipped from a low glass. The bartender wore tight black pants, high heals and white oxford, unbuttoned just enough to give me a peek down her shirt. And I peeked. “What’ll it be, sugar?” ‘Sam Adams.” I turned away to look at the Latin dancer, who was in the process of taking down her top. Her breasts were small and firm, much like I imagined Emily’s would be. I. This was without a doubt the most erotic moment in my entire life, watching a 22 year old man taking off his pants between my wife's legs as she sat there with her hands on her knees waiting. As he stepped out of his pants, he immediately grabbed at both sides of his underwear and slid them down. His cock was so rigid he had to push the front of his briefs out past his cock to get them off, and as the band of his briefs hung up on the head of his cock, his erection slapped back against his.