John, made me leave.”
He turned on his side to face me. Blowjob porn Neither one of us would be getting any tonight. He was
clenching his hands together so hard his knuckles were turning white. OK, no harm done. Wrong. Max slid from under the covers, wrapped
his arms around Sheryl and hugged her. His chest heaved and the
tears fell. ***********
On the way to my place, Max filled us in on his story. I debated with
myself for maybe fifteen seconds before heading for the lobby. I refilled my glass
of wine and downed it. I directed Max to the
bathroom so he could shower; Sheryl insisted. His
mother died six months before. She’d stay and wash and dry his
clothes for him. I guess because I didn’t yell at him to “get out” he felt
it was OK to come in.
