I haven’t fantasized like that about a woman in years. Beat off to pictures of her in my mind. I came, because of her. And yet it’s the best orgasm I’ve had in weeks. And judging from the way my thoughts are spinning, it won’t be the last time she’s my cock’s muse. I run my clean hand over my face. Shit. Kissing her twice had been… regret is the appropriate emotion, and yet, it’s hard to feel it when the kisses are that sweet. Maybe that only makes me worse. She’s Connie’s best friend. She’s fifteen years younger. She needs a job and a place to live. She’s already complained about guys coming
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