I chided myself for being such an old fool, especially as Mary had warned me at the outset not to fall in love with her.I know why she warned me, but ...who can really help having any significant influence over how we feel about someone special who has drifted into one’s life only to be snatched back again in the realities of the different lives we lead?I tried my hardest to be brave, to straighten my back, hold my head high and cheerfully wave her on her way home with God speed.I tried, but at. She claimed to love the taste of cum, and I believed her. She always swallowed what I gave her, and would even gather any that she would miss with a finger and feed it to herself. I never asked for this...it was something that she honestly seemed to enjoy. So I knew she would be working now at gathering every drop she could find on Alex or on herself.I wasn't even looking, though. My eyes took in the body I was fucking. Her nipples stood proudly in the sun, and her tummy was toned and sexy as. . what name did you choose for yourself again?” I turned to Sandra, the former nun, who licked her lips before answering.“I’ve chosen the name Reverend Sandra Buns. Yes, Buns. That way, I can be ‘Sandy Buns’ for short at times. Don’t you just love that name? It sounds positively pornographic, which is the point,” Sandra asked me as she kissed first my mouth, then Byron’s, and then Governor Corbett’s, “I’m one of Jack’s new wives, but I’m sure that he won’t mind you borrowing me now and then for. Uh...can we try to move past first?”“Miles-”“Just like a hand-job, nothing else, please?”Lanie gave me a disapproving look and shrugged her shoulders.“Miles I know you want to move on, but I just don’t know”“Come on, please? I really really need to-you know-get off”“Miles...”, Lanie didn’t answer, but walked into the bathroom.After about three minutes, she exited, and smiled at me.“Does that mean yes?” I asked.“Just wait for it”, she said, holding up a finger before returning to sit on the.