I rolled him over onto his back, straddling him. I ran my hands over his chest as my eyes looked over his entire body, taking him in. Finally, my eyes... found his. He sat up to meet my gaze. Overcome by passion and love, I kissed his lips firmly. Very gently, I parted his lips with my tongue as the tip of my tongue explored his sweet-tasting mouth. I kissed him deeply, with a fire raging in my soul and in my heart for only him. My tongue massaged his. I could feel the electricity running. Not longue after Brian filled me with jets of hot seed and I plunged deeper into the well of ecstasy. Angie and mine’s exploration of each other’s bodies probably hadn’t done much for his stamina. A deep warmth spread within me, starting where Brian had filled my womb with semen and spreading out to the very tips of fingers and the tip of my tongue within Angie’s mouth. This must be what heroin feels like. Wait, is heroin cold? Whatever. I don’t remember many physical, corporeal details about. ”“Bummer,” Ryanne said. “I wish they were every week!”“We started running out of material despite being every two weeks. But anytime you want to talk, just call. I can pretty much always make an hour or two available.”It would take some of my valuable time, but the kind of mentoring they were asking for was something I felt was very important. And an hour here or there wouldn’t be too difficult, especially if it could be done at lunchtime.“Great!” they said together, standing up.I stood up and. We sold the house and with only some minor haggling, Leanne and I split all our finances. I moved into a spacious condo. I spent most of my free time with my friends and daughter and yet managed to continue a very good exercise regimen.So after so many months, I was finally content with my life. I was single and I did date on occasion. I did not, however, become a bar hound who cruised the town looking to 'get lucky'. In fact, I could say that my life after Leanne had become somewhat.