“I don’t mind. Cartoon porn I kissed her again, more deeply. I nibbled slightly at Shelly’s nipple and she squirmed against me. I pulled out of her and rolled over. I bit gently and she moaned. Her voice didn’t sound like an accusation. “What?”
“Mind if I sit here?”
She frowned and then relented. Like we all are, I suppose. When I look back on my life before my divorce, it seems like a monotonous pattern of events. I remember feeling a brief moment of disgust at the messy state of my bed but she pushed the blankets onto the floor without comment and pulled her nightie off. Maybe a little longer or maybe I imagined it. Lather, rinse, repeat as the shampoo bottles say. I hadn’t imagined her visit. I put my right hand around her shoulder and grabbed her breast with my left.
