Knowing that I could keep her in the lifestyle she was accustomed to had to explain her attraction to me. Never admitting that to me when I asked, her... answer was that I was different from the rest of the guys. She is so wholesome and pure, it never occurred to me that she could be lying. We had a Harlequin romance, it seemed that we were invincible to the problems that killed so many other people’s marriages. The perfect house, in the perfect neighborhood. The nice cars, with nice clothes, the. "Ahhh!" I gasped as her hand began working steadily, "Oh fuck!" Not yet!" said Deb, her face one big smile, "Later perhaps!"Suddenly she pushed me backwards and before I knew it I found myself sitting on my bed and a few seconds later I was lying down, pushed by Deb's insistent hand."No, no, get off!" I protested as I struggled to sit up, but Debbie's determined hands pushed me flat again."That's better, now stay there," she said climbed onto the bed beside me and adjusted her grip on my cock. Her hair was dark red and always pulled up, twisted in either a bun, held by a clip or in a French twist. Her eyes were pale blue green and could stare into your soul; glasses frequently framed these dangerous pools, though recently she’d been wearing contacts. I needed to discuss my recent paper with her. We’d finished a book that was on our syllabus and had done a report on it. I was surprised that when I got the paper back there was a fat D on the top. Her notes in the margin left me. ”“You know she shaves?” Celeste asked, stifling a snicker.“She told me last night. You share razors. And she told me how she looked after any missed hair with her tongue.”“True, on both accounts. I think there is only one thing left to do.”“And that would be?”Celeste opened her door and slid out of the confessional. Then she pulled Rhys from his side of the booth, shocking him into compliance by her utter disregard of the ritual. He stumbled along behind her as she dragged him past the altar,.