She pulled my pussy lips apart so that she could suck and lick my erect clit then she licked my juices as they oozed out of my vulva. It was all going... so beautifully and neither of us heard the key in the front door or anything else but suddenly the lounge door swung open and standing there was a tall handsome man in a smart suit with a briefcase in his hand. "Colin!" Wendy exclaimed, "you’re home early." He put the briefcase down and said, "If it’s not a silly question, what on earth is going. . To keep you from jonesing, you need endorphins -- that's what we're replacing your current addiction with-- and you can get them from sex. So when you need to get high, find somebody and fuck him." What the fuck? But it worked, after a fashion...Thing was, I wasn't a good fuck. I was a frigging zombie and I had bad habits. I'd never been a big money whore in the first place; I was just a collection of holes that guys paid money to masturbate in. That didn't change right away -- largely. Steve felt her body shake and snap, first this way and then the other. ‘Huhhhhhhh, Steeeeeve,’ she cried weakly. She had lost control and was gripping the top of his head tightly with her hands, holding on for dear life. ‘Ahhhhh! … Ahhhhh! … ahhhh!’ And then, in a moment, she exhaled in a long, single breath. He followed her over the sexual precipice a few seconds later. She slipped quietly off him and lay on her side, holding him in her arms. He turned toward her and looked at her now open. “Then I have nothing to be angry at you for from those lists,” I said simply.“What about the first thing?” Beck said miserably. “We weren’t high when we walked out on you. God, I wish we were.”“Would you think I was wrong to believe you’ve suffered more than enough for that lapse in judgment?” I asked gently.That got them both crying and I took them into my arms, looking at Emma over their shoulders. She nodded again and smiled at me. I held me hand out to her and she joined us, hugging the.