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The thoughts come unbidden. So many of them, I can’t keep track.

Alice’s laugh, her smile, her moans and whimpers. Her gorgeous pussy, and how Jack told me to just touch the head of my cock to it. How she gasped when I eased the head inside. How tight she felt as she clenched around it. How incredible it felt to share her virgin ass with Jack. Playing with the devil, while he played with her. With both of us.

My dick is hard, even though I curse myself for it. My hand betrays me and gives it a squeeze, despite the vines of nerves still squirming in my gut.

But no. NO.

I fucked up. Badly. If I make it through this unscathed, I should be grateful enough to learn my lesson and never, ever be so reckless again. Alice Rose Parker is well out of bounds. Well out of my league. And if Bill found out…

It doesn’t even bear thinking about.

Even though I’m still hauling myself over the coals of self-disgust, the hard-on won’t leave. It won’t fuck off. Nor will the thoughts that come piling in along with it. Sucking on her amazing rosebud nipples. Inhaling her glorious scent from her panties. Fucking her pussy while Jack fucked her face. Hacking up spit to lube her virgin ass. Giving her three fingers to loosen her up. Sinking my dick past the tight ring, and Alice’s whimpers for more as she clenched around me.

Christ, my dick is in my hand and my balls are full. Maybe this is what I need to clear my head. I almost laugh at that. Who am I fooling?

Fuck it. I strip out of my clothes and sit back on the sofa, close my eyes and remember all over again as I jack myself off. That makes me grin. ‘Jack’ myself off. Jack this and Jack fucking that.

I pump my dick, remembering his mouth on mine. Remembering his dick burning my ass.

I’m panting now, jerking fast, and it’s the image of Alice’s spread pussy that does it – the whisps of blonde hair, the pinkness of her hole as I eased my dick inside. Her gasps. Her breathlessness as I fucked her. Her cries for more, more, more…

Fuck!

Hot cum splatters onto my stomach and across my fist. Spurt after spurt.

Memories, I tell myself as I head for the shower.

Memories to jack off to.

I wonder where they are now, the pair of them.

Maybe Alice has cut and run like I did. She would have done, if she had any sanity. Yet, somehow, I suspect Soul Girl isn’t so crippled by the status quo as me. As for Jack, he’s probably loving life with his dick full on in action again, living out filthy fantasies without so much as a flying fuck for any consequences.

It’s the idea of him living out more filthy fantasies with Alice that has my heart beating to another kind of tune.

What if she didn’t leave his place this morning?

What if they’re still there, playing dirty games together?

Having fun.

Filthy, dirty, incredible fucking fun.

I get dressed, telling myself to be thankful for the memories and be done with it.

I need some fresh air. That’s what I need. I need to get out of this magnolia cocoon and see the daylight.

My adrenaline levels must still be spiking, as the world seems like it’s moving at high speed in Kensington when I make it onto the street outside. I walk fast, pacing with intent as I cross my usual route through the park on the corner. It’s a workout. A head calmer. An escape.

Until I see a cab on the street to the right. Just waiting.

I clench my fists in frustration, fighting the what ifs zooming around my frazzled

brain.

What if they’re both still there, at Jack’s place? What if they are having fun, while I’m a fuddled mess?

Safe.