Chapter 55

I canÕt believe IÕm doing this, Gil thought. One minute the three of them were sitting around the living room talking, and the next, they were in the guestroom of his little two-bedroom home about to fuck. He looked at Bobby, who seemed to read his mind.

ÒTrust me, Gil, this will take your mind off things.Ó

ÒBut Mel just died.Ó

ÒI promise you that she wouldnÕt have mind. As much as that girl loved to fuck, I bet sheÕs somewhere cheering us on. Come on; itÕll help us both to get over this feeling of doom.Ó

Bobby wasnÕt sure if what he said was true. He was drunk and horny, and there was a willing woman in the room. If he were sober, heÕd probably ask himself why this chick would come and offer up herself like this, but as clouded as his mind was, all he could think about was fucking his hard cock into something soft and warm.

His Mel was gone! Every time he thought of it, his heart squeezed in his chest. AinÕt it the truth that you never miss the water Ôtil the we