I still do not have the courage to confront her. Maybe I will never have. This is one of many reasons I have never submitted to anyone else. I had to ...keep my promise.I did not crave submission. After she left, the disappointment, anger, emptiness made me a different person – a person sometimes even I don’t recognize. I lived – happily, with my army of pets – but never content.All these thoughts rushed through me, bringing back the longing, insecurity, disappointment, anger, and frustration with. She wondered if Gus would ever try to fuck her in the ass. She was glad that he hadn’t tried this morning and she was convinced it would have hurt badly. ‘Barbara, we have to talk,’ Gus whispered. ‘Okay.’ ‘I have to confess that Donna and I had sex last night while you were passed out but I never expected things to get out of control like they did this morning.’ ‘I’m glad that you fucked Donna last night. She and I have been lovers for a couple of weeks now. We got together while you were out. Now Hank is a good looking, well, stud, I guess I would have to say. He's in his late thirties, blond, and built like a somewhat aging body builder. He hasn't gone to seed, but he is starting down that road. Hank has just a hint of a paunch, but no love handles yet.Hank doesn't have jowls either, but his face and neck are well fleshed out. His hair is starting to thin. Apparently, he does have a very large cock, or so I assume from the very large bulge that results in his pants every time he. I sat down on the couch and BJ came and sat in my lap facing me. She bent down and kissed me sticking her tongue down my throat. I reach around her back and pulled her tight WOW those tits felt so good. Her nipples were sticking thru the holes in the bra. She pulled off my shirt now and they were against my chest. We kissed some more then she got off me and pulled off my pants. My cock was getting hard from her riding my lap. She climbed back in my lap and I could feel the heat from her pussy.