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I was grateful to be there with her, and be a part of her healing process because all we have in this life is each other, and we so often carelessly cause each other pain that getting the opportunity to consciously do the opposite is a golden opportunity. I never even imagined that I would get the chance to use my boozing and womanizing for good so how could I not embrace this? I was also slightly apprehensive. This was a pretty big step after all and despite all the good work we'd done together I didn't want her to push too far too fast before she was ready. I certainly didn't want her to feel that she needed to satisfy my desires since just being with her was a pleasure for me. I just had to trust her judgment. She knew better than me where she was at and what she was ready for. Besides it wasn't as if I didn't want to have sex with her, in fact it was quite the opposite just in case I haven't made that giving head sparkling clear. I don't want to sound too cheesy or anything, like those romance novels my grandmother used to read, but when I entered her for the first time, once I was fully ensconced, and we were holding each other, it wasn't just beautiful, it was fucking magical. Our relationship went on for a while, but at a certain point I was tired of being a cheap whore, which is basically what I was, no matter how nicely I try to whitewash it. Thing is that during that time I had some hot women give me their numbers but I just never called them. One of them even did it right in front of Lori, and when she walked away Lori just grinned at me with that cute, infectious enthusiasm. Oral Sex Now that I think of it that smile had a lot going on with it, like a multilayered cocktail of winks, nods and other signals communicating a lot of complex information simultaneously. Maybe my experiences with her had just built up my self esteem to where I couldn't live as a kept man anymore, or maybe it was just time to do something else, but that was the last time I let a woman pay my bills. A couple of years after I stopped seeing her we ran into each other and it was awesome. She was glad to Brunette see me, she took me out to a glamorous drag show where she knew the manager of the place, and we saw a dead on Cher impersonator. The manager explained that their featured performer had actually gone on tour with Cher. Apparently she'd come out doing her act, the crowd would be into it, and then Cher would enter from the other side of the stage, blowing their minds. Of course she plied me with drinks, and we smoked some bud. I miss her in my life but I know in my heart that she is out there somewhere being awesome, and I know that the people around her know how lucky they are to be in her life because she chooses her associates carefully. I honestly haven't thought about Lori in years, although now I'm not entirely sure why. I suppose I'm not particularly proud of how I mostly wasted my life during this period, but as I come to write this account some questions occur to me that I hadn't ever considered before. I guess the main one would be did Lori know who I was before we met? It's a fair question really because as I said I was fairly well known around the hippest bars in Nashville, and having worked at a strip club and dated a stripper who was also deep into the goth/punk/art scene I guess I had kind of a rep long before this. Bartenders knew me, and they knew Lori. As a heavy drinker and shaved a big tipper she was beloved by many a bartender so if she saw me and asked it wouldn't take her long to find out about me. It's entirely possible that she just asked the bartender at Multi-Bob when I went to the bathroom or something that first night, but knowing Lori that seems unlikely. Either we just met, she took a chance and trusted her own judgment, or she researched me blowjob pretty thoroughly. Her back arched. I hate it Brunette when that happens,” she said with a shaved laugh. As my orgasm swelled blowjob from Daddy's thrust, it was clear Rita was coming closer and closer to her orgasm. "That's what kissing is. It's like saying to some other person, 'Hey, other person, your spit's not gross to me. Please, may I have some of it in my mouth?'" I was on my back with my dress pulled up to my belly, pussy completely Oral Sex exposed. The hurt was still raw as the first day, not helping was the infection I got from the taser barbs were a constant reminder. No! No! Here it comes, here it comes. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I began to throb and spew my cum into her. To hold your pee in! I'll giving head help you if you like”. Neither do I. But you’re right.