“You didn’t finish the story!” She had an annoying habit of demanding a response without the courtesy of ‘a how do you do.’ If she ever gets... in front of a judge I thought, the scene made my rib cage tickle. “Sure I did,” I answered, thinking I knew which story she was talking about. “Well, did you?” “Did I what?” “Did you do step five?” Her voice was tentative but I knew it was only for effect. There was nothing tentative about Wendy. “With Ellen, I mean.” That is when I told her about the. "She stood up then, no longer a nervous, more like a wild woman...much like Mrs. Wilson. She unbuttoned the blouse she had on, opened it so I could see her tits in a very nice black bra. She squeezed her small tits with the bra still on, then tipped the top of the bra down under her tits, leaving it there while she pulled on her brown nipples. "Do you like my tits Peter? Charles doesn't think they're big enough. I know they are smaller than Laurie's tits." I nodded my head and said, "Oh I. Little gurgles escaped my lips and little gobs of spit were pushed out with every stroke as my mouth flooded with saliva. He began thrusting fast now, and I kept my lips clamped on the hardness knowing that he was close to cumming. "Ohh fucccck, your slut mouth is going to make me spill my load," he groaned. Eventually he threw back his head and grunted, I took his cock into my throat and forced my mouth deep to the base of his cock. I bounced on the full length of his cock deep throating it. She knew the decision was mine to make, and that was why she was crying. She knew that I could either save millions or possibly die or I could stay safe with Amy and let it happen. I began to cry too as I let me emotions overload me. It was a very hard choice to make. We were safe, no matter what happened, but like Amy, I had integrity, and sometimes we do what we need to do. I had made difficult choices in my life, but this was my biggest ever. Amy eventually pulled back and kissed me hard..