An Apology Pt. 02

All the usual warnings apply. Any mention of a person, place or thing is coincidental and should not be taken as an accurate portrayal. No one under 18 engages in sex.

One comment on part 1 said this story is long, winding and boring. If all the reader wants is a story to wank by, please look elsewhere. This is the tale of multiple people brought together by unusual circumstances and how they cope with their love for each other.

While we fixed a late brunch for the rest of our family, I told my children about their half-sister's phone call. "Based on what you've told us," Sophia said. "I'm surprised she called."

"Not as shocked as me. I'm just as curious as you are."

"I'd like to meet her," her twin brother, Scott, said. "Sophia is okay, but I'd like an older sister sometimes too." His smirk told me he was teasing her. I let him continue. My sister and I used to tease each other too. Scott is 19 minutes older than Sophia and he never lets her forget it.

Sophia punched her brother's arm. "Goofball. She's too old to be hanging around us."

I frowned at them and shook my finger. They stopped clowning around and returned to their tasks of dicing veggies and shredding potatoes for hashbrowns.

Dave and his wife, Lana, lived a short distance away. They brought their two children and joined us for the day.

He decided against a professional baseball career. Because of what happened to Norm, he didn't want to be gone for extended times. He and Lana teach and coach at a Santa Ana high school.

Bri took nursing to help her dad. During her junior year, she met Ken who was taking pre-med. While he was in med school, she studied to become a physician's assistant. In her spare time, she coaches hitters as a non-staff coach at a community college in Riverside.

She and Ken, her husband, were present also. Of course, their two children ate with us too.

A few minutes later, Norm and Emma came over from their house. He's using his wheelchair today because he drove one of the vehicles from our new houses in Santa Ana to Universal Studios yesterday. He walked using arm crutches for part of the day and used a wheelchair for the rest.

Emma and I kissed and hugged. I bent over and kissed Norm on the lips. Emma hugged everyone else before we started. I had started telling them about my daughter's call when our current girlfriend entered the dining room.

"I'll fill you in on the missing parts later," I told Sorrento Alvarez. She made the rounds of greeting everyone before she joined in.

"Did you have a good trip to visit your sister and her husband," I asked, as she sat by me. "We all missed you."

"I did. Thank you for allowing me to go." She is our current unicorn who helps with childcare or stays with Norm when Emma or I can't be home. I filled in the missing pieces after we ate.

***

In the original nine months Emma and I spent together, our relationship was on auto pilot. I would drive to their house on Friday evenings. We would attend sports events, go hiking or riding bikes or another normal family-based activity. Of course, we made love furiously.

The time after Norm's return reminded me of a whitewater rafting trip down the Deschutes River that I took with some friends in college. Lots of unseen hazards, excitement and sometimes, downright terror. I considered the next two years like taking that trip without experienced guides.

***

Sorrento and I were supposed to join the others for hiking in the afternoon, but she was too tired from her two-week trip to Brazil. She went to take a nap.

I needed to review a few contracts but soon put them away. My mind kept drifting back over the past 16 years.

On the night of the phone call, Emma and I plotted our future actions. She retrieved her wedding ring from the bedroom and put it on again. Despite our desires, we agreed we should stop sleeping together.

Emma got a call a week later that Norm would be moved during the next week to William Beaumont Army Medical Center at Fort Bliss near El Paso. I was working when Sally Feldman called.

Emma called me that night and asked me to come over. She wanted to be held while we talked. I consented at first, although my mind continually warred with my body.

My ex-wife... I no longer cared about. Emma, I loved with all my heart.

I was hoping against all hope that we could stay together. But I didn't see a path. I was already mentally preparing for the split.

"I wasn't aware of this, but Fort Bliss is one of the top five medical facilities in the military," she said. "The state department is trying to keep his recovery hush-hush at this point for fear of further attacks or retribution. Fort Bliss is located next to an Air Force base and is far more secluded and secure than Walter Reed, for example.

"She said we can visit him sometime next week. Since I don't have exact dates, I don't know if the kids can go or not."

Guilt overrode my desire to hold her. We parted. My guilty conscience continually plagued me. She looked hesitant and conflicted.

"I've been talking to Mark and some of the other executives at the Halo's offices. The owner leases a smaller jet he uses to travel. He agreed to loan it to me whenever we need it and it's available.

"If we can find a day that works for the children, we can fly El Paso and stay as long as we need. Norm can meet and talk to Dave and Bri. I'll bring them back and you can stay with him. I'll come to get you when you want. How much can he talk?"

"Ms. Feldman said no longer than a half hour at a time, maybe two or three times a day at this point. I'm not sure what to say."

"Tell him the truth when the topic comes up. I know from personal experience that lying only complicates matters. We don't want to cause a setback.

She stepped into my arms again, tilted her face up and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm confused, Cliff. I love you. I love Norman. My mind tells me that I didn't cheat on him because of the circumstances, but my heart feels like I have by sleeping with you."

"I don't know exactly how to respond. Everything the government said led you to believe Norm was dead. I would never have consented if I didn't believe the same thing.

"All we can do is be honest and hope for the best. Lies ruined my marriage. I don't want to see us go down that road too."

Because he had a setback from the trip, it was the weekend after Thanksgiving Day before we went. Emma, Dave and Bri entered his room first.

The owner knew many people in the federal government. I was able to discover information that Ms. Feldman was withholding or didn't know.

The explosion blew Norm clear because he was in the back seat. According to available records and their reconstruction of the incident, he had the reinforced glass up between the front and the back which partially shielded him. The SUV they were using had been reinforced too. Hezbollah found him among the rubble and kidnapped him.

His captors took him to a medical facility for treatment before being kept in captivity until the weekend before Halloween. For nearly three years, they tortured him multiple times. Details were classified and not available.

We got information later from Norm that only hinted at what he experienced. The doctors said his mind blotted out many of his memories.

During a raid by Mossad to recover three Israeli hostages, they found Norm in a Syrian cave. At first the Mossad forces weren't sure who he was. He was delirious and near death upon discovery.

My source sent me photos of his condition soon after they found him which I didn't share with Emma. I told her what I had but she said she didn't want to see them.

The best description was skin and bones. Even if I had known him his entire life, I wouldn't have recognized him. He went in and out of consciousness while they moved him to a miliary hospital. He was covered with untreated and festering wounds, the accompanying report said.

They didn't call Emma until he stabilized enough his chances of survival were good. During that time, his DNA tests revealed who he was.

Based on what I was told, they were shocked to find him because everyone assumed he died in the blast. People who are that close to a blast that large survive only once in a million times, my source said.

We flew over early on Friday morning to El Paso Airport, picked up our rental car and arrived at Fort Bliss at about ten. The hospital isn't that far from the airport terminal, but the day was cold and windy. It was too far to walk anyway.

Dave drove while Bri rode in the front seat. Emma held my hand so tightly it hurt sometimes. She continually trembled during our car ride.

"I'm here with you until you tell me to leave," I whispered in her ear. "It's hard to stay calm but think of the love between you and Norm. Hope for the best."

I waited outside the room. Dave and Bri came out first, tears streaming down their faces. They both hugged me. I handed them handkerchiefs because I'd brought an extra supply.

"What does this mean for you, Cliff? You've become such an important part of our lives, we don't want you to go," Dave said.

"We love our dad too," Bri said. "I want you both to be part of our lives."

"Now is not the time to worry about such things. I'll hang around until your dad or mom tell me to leave."

Emma came out with about five minutes left, sobbing and devasted. She shuffled directly into my arms.

"The nurse chased me out. No visitors until at least two this afternoon."

Norm's parents arrived before we left for lunch and joined us. They came from Northern California where they operated nut orchards and a processing plant.

While Emma and the kids visited Norm on Friday afternoon, I talked to Norm's parents. We hadn't tried to conceal our affection for each other. In response to their questions, I explained what happened and how much I care for Emma.

"Both of us sincerely trusted what the State Department told her," I said. "We never would have let it go as far as it did if we hadn't believed that.

"As soon as we got the word, we stopped. But she's asked for my support through the early days, and I agreed."

"We were told the same thing," August Wolfe said. "When Ms. Feldman called us, we thought it was a practical joke. Emma is a wonderful woman. I know this sounds strange, but please hang around until they ask you to leave."

We skipped the afternoon visit because his parents were here. We drove around El Paso to see the sights until we stopped for dinner and headed for the hotel I booked. That night, Dave and I slept in separate beds in one room. Bri and Emma slept in another room.

I drove the three of them to the hospital on Saturday. Her parents had come to visit and there was plenty of transportation available.

One of our players lived in Flores Magon, Mexico, about three hours away. Pablo Morales' mother was sick. I went to visit them.

Sunday morning, we reserved for visitations by the parents because they planned to fly out later in the day. Before he left the hospital, Gus pulled me aside. "Marge and I discussed your present with Norm. We still have questions, but he wants you to stick around."

In the afternoon, I let Emma, and her children visit Norm without me. After a few minutes, Dave and Bri came out and sat by me.

Bri took my hand and held it. Dave did too for several seconds before he let go.

Emma followed several minutes later. "Norm wants to talk with you privately. He told me what he wants to say."

I tried to control my face and emotions as I walked to his bedside. He smiled weakly, but he smiled. He spoke carefully like everything caused him physical pain.

A cap covered his skull. Wires ran from parts of his body to the console. He used a nasal cannula. Bandages swaddled the parts of his body making him look akin to a mummy. As I approached, he raised his arm slightly and wiggled his fingers as his way of greeting me.

"Emma told me about you two." He spoke so softly I needed to fill in the blanks.

"How much... you helped our children. I appreciate... effort."

"It was my pleasure. I had a void in my life. They helped me fill it. We'll have more time to talk later."

He paused for nearly a minute while he gathered his thoughts. His voice cracked several times as he continued.

"Do you love Emma?"

After glancing at the nurse to make sure she stood far enough away so that she couldn't hear, I responded truthfully. He deserved the truth.

"I do. We fought it five months before we caved in and made love for the first time.

"I'm ready to step aside whenever you say. All indications Emma was given said you were dead. I wouldn't have gotten involved if I didn't believe that."

His eyelids flickered. "This is hard to say.

"In captivity... Stuck in a bed... Many different thoughts....

"My therapist and I discussed... He understands... the pain of loss.

"Their daughter and their only grandchild... were on the plane that flew into the north tower. He and his wife are still struggling.

"I have no idea... how much longer I'll live... Or what my condition. While the doctors aren't specific..."

He stopped talking as he fought for control. "I doubt I'll... man I was before.

"Emma is extremely loyal. She will stick with me... That's my problem. I can't give her what I want... what she will need."

Tears flowed. He made noises like gasps that I took as crying. The nurse came over and held a cup with a straw in it for him to drink water. While the words faltered, his love for her came through. I understood his predicament.

The nurse nodded at me. "You can continue. Go easy." She stepped away.

The hardest concept for a good man to face is when he can't be the kind of man and husband he wants through no fault of his own. We work to provide for our wives and our children and even sacrifice our desires for the good of our families.

"The toll of a war... brings more than physical pain... I've seen it happen... The stress and the constant absence... create a gulf... Sometimes love isn't enough."

He paused while he struggled with his emotions. My eyes filled with moisture.

"I'll never fully recover. I'm fortunate... alive... to move as much as I can. Believe me, there were times during captivity and since... give up...

"I'm worried I won't be enough... for Emma. She truly...."

He paused for a time, his eyes filled with tears. I put my hand on his and we hooked pinky fingers.

"I know this sounds strange... I can't let pride... get in the way... Staying alive. Being with Emma and the children. Little else matters.

"If I lose Emma... I lose the will to live. You can help... Please be the glue... that holds us together."

I shushed him. "Please don't say more. I get what you are saying. Whatever it takes."

He smiled bleakly at me. "Emma said you would understand.

"It's clear to me... Emma loves us both.

"I can get pissed... Or I can accept... We all need you.

"The children... They've suffered... enough for the past few years. They need your support too."

"Thank you, Norm. I respect your love for them. I won't ever intentionally hurt them."

I didn't dare try to shake hands. Instead, we squeezed our pinky fingers together.

My voice fractured as I talked. "One more thing before I go. I work for the Halos team as a contract specialist. I talked to the baseball club's management.

"We have some of the best injury recovery specialists available in the Los Angeles area. When the time comes for you to start that phase of your recovery, the club is willing to do whatever it takes to help you advance as far as you can."

He squeezed my finger slightly. "I appreciate the offer. I'll take you up on that.

"That is why I'm glad you are around. Most guys I know... wouldn't try to help their lover's husband..."

He drifted off. The nurse chased me out. The kids were off seeking snacks. I hugged Emma and told her what Norm said.

"I know," she said with tears in her eyes. "I'm still conflicted."

"I agree. I'll let you set the pace. I've got plenty to keep me busy."

The year after I moved into management, I swapped my one-bedroom apartment for a three-bedroom condo nearby. I had the money for a substantial downpayment and could afford it.

I used to spend the weekends with Emma and the children. I tried to lessen the visits. She called and chewed me out.

"I need you more right now than I did before Norm came back into our lives. I need comfort in ways no one else can provide. Dave and Bri tell me they want your support too."

In the middle of December, the government moved Norm to the Naval Hospital in San Diego. As Christmas neared, Emma wanted me to go with them to visit Norm.

"The four of you need to spend as much time together as you can. My family is coming for five days over Christmas and I'll be busy."

"It would be an honor if they stayed at our house," she said. "You are welcome too. Your apartment is protected by security. I don't want to leave our house vacant for nearly three weeks."

During their visit, the adults in my family talked openly about my situation. "That's tough," my dad said. "You know our belief in one man-one woman in a relationship, but we might bend our rules in this situation. Emma is certainly a better woman than Kate."

On January 2, the Secretary of State announced Norm's recovery. His televised session got lost amid the death the next day of Iranian General Qassem Soleimani, the commander of the Islamic Revolutionary Guard. Ms. Feldman told us any threat toward Norm was gone.

Emma's family hired an attorney to handle any inquiries. He held a press conference from the hospital during which Norm appeared in a wheelchair and answered a few questions. We had several photographers and a TV news crew in front of the house, but Jeff acted as a bodyguard, and they soon disappeared.

He and I talked when both of us were at the house. "We've struggling to understand what is going on. It's not natural for our sister to have two men in her life."

"This isn't normal for me either. But it's what Emma and Norm want. They often tell me not to go even when I'm uncomfortable."

Norm's situation was two steps forward and one step back. Sometimes, he had relapses, and we couldn't see him for several days. He was gaining weight and his body healing nicely. He showed us how he could walk on the bars in PT and mostly dress himself.

In early February, I worked out a deal with Ms. Feldman to move Norm to the Anaheim Regional Medical Center which was closer for our specialists. He made good progress. Emma and the children visited him on weekends.

To accommodate them when they stayed with me, I put two single beds in one room and Emma and Bri slept there. Dave had his room. I had mine.

On Thursday before the three-day holiday for President's Day Emma called me. I could tell by her voice that she was excited.

"Norm is serious about us still having sex," she said. "Dave and Bri are spending the weekend with their cousins. Norm is persistent enough I'm ready."

"Babe, I've been ready for a long time. I saw him recently and he said the same thing."

During the next day, I sent her texts when I had a chance.

Nothing makes me happier than your presence.

You are the spark in all my fireworks.

Even miles apart, I feel you in everything I do. My heart is always with you.

When she entered my condo that evening, she came directly to me with moisture in her eyes. "You silly man. You reduced me to a puddle of goo today."

We kissed and hugged for what seemed like an eternity before she pushed me away. "I ate with Norm at the hospital. Give me a few minutes to shower and change."

I had already showered and changed into a polo shirt and slacks. While she got ready, I put on music and lit a few candles. I'd stopped and got two bouquets of colorful flowers.

She walked into the living room in a black net and lace teddy. The middle had a bigger mesh down to her pussy where the teddy narrowed into a thong. The front already had a wet spot.

I switched the music to waltzes and we danced for several minutes. "You look scrumptious," I whispered in her ear. "Good enough to eat."

"Soon," she whispered back. "I'm so turned on already." Her hand cupped my cock through my pants.

My hands played a symphony on her body with lingering touches. Before I touched my lips to her body, I hovered over her skin and let her feel my breath. She shivered with anticipation.

My hand roamed up and down her spine, tracing the vertebrae, holding her close to me with a hand in the small of her back while I caressed her slowly. During the slow dances, I pulled her hand to my mouth and sucked on her fingers or traced the lines of her palm with my tongue.

I could feel her heart quicken and her breath grow shorter and deeper. "Don't wait too long. I'm on fire inside."

She returned the favor, stroking my forearms, brushing against my erection, kissing me back whenever she could. Before long, our dance moved to the bedroom.

I turned her around and undid the lace bow at the neck before I kissed down her spine as I pulled the lace teddy down. "Oh, god, you are so good to me. I'm burning with need," she moaned.

She turned around and laid on the bed. "Enough foreplay," she commanded. "Time for the main act. We can play more later."

"Not yet," I murmured. "I don't want to cum within seconds." I shed my pants and polo to reveal I hadn't worn anything else.

She spread her legs widely and beckoned. "In that case, you can lick me to oblivion," she huskily said.

I leaned over and kissed her stomach before I moved up and ran my tongue over both her nipples. I kissed a line to her pussy while I cupped her mons with my hand, the heel pressed hard against her clitoral area.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Please?"

"Not yet. I want you to beg like a good girl."

She struck out her tongue and grimaced. "I can't be a good girl around you. You do things to me that no one else has ever done."

I sank to my knees at the edge of the bed and pulled her into my face. Her long legs went over my shoulders. "You have a gorgeous pussy," I said as I kissed her inner thighs. "You smell like paradise."

I lowered my face again and moved my tongue over her clit, each time pushing harder. Her hands cupped her breasts, roiling her nipples between her fingers as she moaned. Her breath came in short gasps.

I slipped two fingers inside her pussy, moving them in a 'come hither' motion. Her pussy clamped around them as she groaned.

Her hips rocked as she tried to fuck herself on my fingers. I timed my strokes inside her to the movement of my tongue on her clit.

She clamped her knees to my head. "Fuck yes," she cried as her hips rocked faster.

"Make me come. Please. Let me come."

I kept up the pace. She was right where I wanted her. Right on the edge and close to completely losing control.

Her juices dripped down my chin. I paused and used a finger to push them inside my mouth. "I love how you smell and taste," I said.

Her pussy walls contracted against my fingers as I found the exact spot she loved. She exploded against my face and her legs tightened against my head. Her cum flooded my face. Her animal scream made me throb.

My fingers stayed inside her, bringing her down from the peak. She exhaled a long sign of gratification as her legs relaxed. All we could hear was her quiet breathing and the sound of my kisses on her thighs and belly.

We lay together on the bed for a short time to allow her to recover. "Sorry to spoil the mood, but discussing another subject should help us calm down.

"Are you doing okay with all the pressure of Norm, the kids and your job?"

"Better than I thought I would be," she said. "I've started seeing a therapist. Not anyone from our group, but one who specializes in multi-partner relationships.

"We met in England while she was studying at Cambridge. She and her husband share another woman who doesn't always live with them. If you think you need help, I can give you her name."

"No. I'm fine for now. But then, I'm not dealing with the issues you are."

We talked long enough I lost my erection. She scooted down and wrapped her fingers around it, giving it several short strokes.

"Do you want it?" I asked. "You need to explicitly ask for it."

"Oh, Yes," she breathed. "I love your cock. Give it to me, please."

I guided the tip to her lips, tracing the outline of her mouth and softly slapping it against her lips.

"Stop mocking me," she said. "I want it."

She grabbed it from me, opened her mouth and put it inside. The feeling of her tongue working on my shaft made me moan.

Before long, my cock completely woke up. "On your hands and knees," I ordered. "I want to try something different."

Once I got completely inside her, I rocked in and out several times. I slapped the side of her ass.

"Thank you, sir," she said. "Please do it again."

"Remember our code word. What is it?"

"Grass." She has a freshly cut grass allergy.

I pulled out until the head of my cock nearly escaped her pussy's grasp before I plunged in as hard as I could, twisting my hips or my body position with each stroke.

"Oh, fuck," she wailed at one point. "You're hitting spots no one has hit before."

Each time I paused while completely inside her, I slapped her ass on the side. "Oh, my gosh," she said at one point.

"Do that again." I did.

"Again." I did.

I increased my speed until I came close to losing control. Her entire body moved and quivered as I fucked her.

She lost control of her arms and fell prone on the bed. I spread her legs, entered her again and pounded as hard as I could.

She screamed and completely fell apart on the bed. I watched as her nerves ticked here and there.

That was it for the night. After we cleaned up, we crawled into bed naked and slept like children the rest of the night.

She was still sleeping in the morning when I got up. I fixed her breakfast and carried it to her. She ate propped up in bed.

"I was thinking we should go to the Sunset Beach today. The weather looks good."

We had a great day walking on the beach, wading in the water, sometimes trying to splash on each other. We even found a few seashells, which are rare on this beach. We ate sushi at an outdoor restaurant.

"As much driving as you do, you might get a hybrid of some sort," she said on the way back to my condo. "I've been using my Prius so much; it's time to trade it in on something larger."

"I've been thinking about it. I bought a new SUV soon after I moved here and it's over 100,000 miles already."

We hit a traffic jam which brought us to a complete stop. She was driving and the stop allowed her to hold my hand. I could tell from her face and body she had something serious on her mind.

"Norm and I have done this before, but it's been a long time and you are bigger than he is. We loved doing this. He suggested I give you my ass as a token of how much I love you."

"Are you sure? Most women don't allow me access."

"I can see why. But I've been training myself to accept your cock. You'll see when we make love."

"There are steps I need to take tonight. Please bear with me.

"It helps if we go dancing and I drink a certain amount. I brought a dress that ought to get you going."

"Kate never went in for anything anal," I replied. "I've done it with other women, but it's been a long time for me."

"I brought everything we'll need. I'm seriously looking toward giving you my ass for the first time."

Her dress made me whistle. In rusts, greens and yellows, the floral leopard Ruche dress with a patterned deep V neck ran to a point between her breasts. The ruffled skirt ended mid-thigh. She had searched out a Salsa Club within easy driving distance and we went there around eight in the evening.

She sipped on her Margarita when we weren't dancing. As we used to say in college, I needed to club to fend off the men and women who wanted to cut in. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra by the way her breasts moved as we danced.

By ten p. m., enough people were on the dance floor that I could explore under her dress without being obvious. As I quickly discovered she wore nothing but a garter belt and stockings underneath. My cock never got below half -mast.

We each took quick showers when we got back to my place. From her bag, she pulled the lube, a condom and a packet of cleaning tissues. She put them on a side table before we started.

She laid on her side, her top leg away from her body so I could reach her backside easier. I put lube on my fingers and worked one finger inside her ass while the other went into her pussy.

She whimpered a few times. I added more lube in response. I took my time before she loosened up enough for me to add a second finger.

"I'm ready now," she breathed. "Are you still hard."

"More than hard. I'm so stiff it hurts."

"Breath slowly and deeply now. Relax as much as you can."

"Lots of lube please. I want your cock inside my ass so bad."

I lubed her again and moved the tip of my cock around the rim of her ass while running my finger inside her ass. My condom-covered cock began to replace my finger as I inched inside her.

She winced once and I stopped. "I'm fine. Give me time to adjust to your girth."

I pulled out slightly and added more lube before pushing in microscopic increments. She smiled as I moved deeper.

"That is good. Intense, but good. A pinch of pain and pleasure. Keep going."

After halfway in, I paused again before I sank deeper and deeper. Her beathing quickened as I continued my insertion..

"Yes. You are so big, babe. I love it. Move in and out a bit at time."

I moved in small portions. I paused between each move.

"Ready for me to fuck you hard now?"

"Yes. Do it. Do it now."

I gradually increased the speed. My balls boiled. I knew I didn't have much longer, so I slowed the pace.

"No," she squealed. "Don't stop now." Her fingers circled her clit and ran up and down her slit.

Picking up the pace, I moved into her faster. Each thrust become more erratic.

"Now," I grunted. Her anal walls clamped down on my cock. She wailed as her orgasm rippled through her body.

We cleaned up and went to sleep in each other's arms. I woke up in the morning to the feel of her mouth on my cock.

Her body mostly covered mine, holding me down as she slurped on my cock. I chuckled.

"Good morning. You are insatiable."

"Sorry. When I saw your cock all hard, I couldn't stop myself."

"Fine with me. I like your assertiveness."

She smiled at me before she ran her tongue along my length. She paused when she got to the top, lifted her tongue to let the strands of pre-cum and spittle hang from tip of her tongue to the tip of my cock.

"You are so gorgeous. You look even prettier when you are licking my cock."

She kept one hand on my cock while the other hand slipped underneath her. "I want to see."

After she turned sideways, I could see she had two fingers inside her while her thumb circled her clit. "Do you like fingering yourself while you suck my cock?"

She moaned her consent. Her fingers moved quicker. I felt the vibrations around my shift as she moaned.

"I want to taste you," I said. "I need more of your body." She shifted and we began a 69.

Once in place, it didn't take long for us to reach our climax. After we rested, we cleaned ourselves.

We fixed pancakes, bacon and eggs and hashbrowns for breakfast. We didn't talk much. She needed to see Norm again and head for home. I had work to do at the office.