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| I got worried so I came in. It's lunch time! Can I have a sandwich?" he asked. His tall, muscular body was dressed in its usual uniform of shorts and tennis shoes. "Oh! Billy!" I said, alarmed, and thanked the Lord the computer had switched to the screen saver. She's really quite attractive, I thought, but has cheapened her nice, natural features with trashy makeup, bargain basement hair dye, shoddy jewelry, and slutty clothing.
I surmised that something might have happened in her life to turn her into a tawdry caricature of what formerly might have been a pretty, innocent young woman. So noisy were they, in fact, that the screeches and grinding of power saws, accompanied by loud music tuned to a Mexican station, intruded on my masturbatory reverie. I barked, "Shit!" and flounced upstairs to get the CD that had been burned of my exploits the previous night in the gloryhole booth. It didn't work. After he left I took a shower and washed my hair, which made me feel better, but I was grumpy and cursed a few times a new habit, by the way as I groggily bumped into furniture, this a result of my growing intake of Percodan. Maybe I can get Jack to stay a while! I thought, hopefully. If he leaves I'm going to get out those pictures of us...maybe watch last night's gloryhole CD...and masturbate myself into oblivion! The doorbell rang again it was Sergei and his Mexican crew and my two protectors went outside to do their thing. God! I thought on reflection. What a self-centered bitch! Here are two wonderful, loyal guys who have proven their devotion to you and all you can do is growl at them. "Yeah, I know. Okay, I'll wait 'til Sergei and the guys get here..." Jack responded. Their conversation trailed off as they entered the kitchen.
Minutes later I came downstairs. I'd brushed my teeth, hastily combed through my hair, and thrown on an old, long, pale blue flannel bathrobe that I wear when I'm sick. "Hey, Mr. Taylor!" I heard distantly. "I'm a little early. Saw you drive up. Did I wake Deirdre?" Billy asked. I felt as if a huge, aching hole had been dug in the pit of my stomach. "She's asleep, Billy," Jack answered. And his marvelous mouth was feathering me softly, already sending rapid, tingling waves to my center. We worked quickly, as time was short, and both of us began climbing toward a delightful, simultaneous peak. This was the first sexual contact between Jack and me since my . Since then, he'd very gently and considerately catered to all of my possible needs, the sexual ones not really becoming apparent until the night before. "You mas'ur-bay'udh when you went to bed," he giggled, slurping the thick morning juices from my splayed pussy. I just moaned agreement and, forcing my tongue to the bottom of my mouth, tried as best I could to throat him, as I guiltily wondered whether I should tell him about the previous evening. Other than Frank, no man except Jack had ever cum inside me. Regardless, when Jack's tongue touched inside my inner lips, I forgot any grotesque images and possible reluctance. "Mmm, yer' goo-ud," Jack mumbled between licks. "Ohhh, sweetie, we don't have time," Jack groaned, weakening. "Yes we do!" I gasped as I wheeled around and assumed a "69" position. "Come on!" I grunted, straddling his tan face. Though I'd showered and cleaned myself thoroughly before going to bed, after the whole bizarre gloryhole experience I was still mindful of the cum that had been sprayed into me by another man the black man, Zack the night before. His smoothly shaven face had been splashed with an after shave that transported me. I had to have him, and quickly unbuckled and unzipped his jeans to grasp his cock, which throbbed in response to my caresses. "Welll..." he hesitated, "maybe just one hug," he grinned, and lay down next to me, whereupon I yelped and stripped the covers from between us, gripping one of his powerful thighs between my legs and hunching against him a few times. Jack and I hadn't made love since before the attack on Saturday night, and last evening's exhibitionist experience in retrospect had been doubly upsetting since Frank had been unsympathetic to my news about the . I looked at the bedside clock. It was 6:30 a.m. "Mmm, Jack," I said, sleepily, "C'mere an' spend a few minutes with me," I pleaded, stretching my arms out to him and wanting his hard body.
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