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Jimmy could barely stay on his feet. He was drunk and had pissed on his trousers as saliva drools from his mouth. Since it was late, I could barely see the face of the Good Samaritan who had brought Jimmy home. But when I rushed to the door to help him get Jimmy in, I was shocked to see that that the good soul was Dalmos. Taken aback, “Dalmos, what are you doing here?” I asked as my jaw dropped. He glanced up at me. I could sense frustration all over him. He must have gone through a lot to get Jimmy here. “I found this dude by the road drunk. He could have got himself killed. He ran into the path of an oncoming vehicle. Were it not for me, he would have been dead. Is this where he lives?” “Yes, yes, he lives here.” I replied “Don’t just stand there. Help me get this guy to his room. He weighs a ton!” I joined him. We pulled Jimmy down the passage and into his room where we slammed him on the bed. He was a heap. With his gaze fixed on Jimmy, Dalmos took a mighty ...

Once I had him deep inside,  I began a slow rotation of my hips.  I grimaced at the pale white wall.    I put my hands on it to help push back into him,  get his dick to fill up my body until  there was nothing left of me inside. I gasped, choked, and placed my hand on my chest. I glanced up at him and replied, “I am married. My husband, on a good day is a dog!” “You can never have good sex from a drunk.” “No, it depends on the person.” “I agree but sometimes good sex is hard to come by! That is not easy, you know.” He began to rub my shoulder gently. He added, “Sweetie, not every problem is spiritual. You cannot solve physical problems with spiritual solutions.” Before I could blink, his hand travelled slowly down my chest. He was within the reach of my bra. He made a push that left me vulnerable. He grabbed my breast and squeezed it gently. I turned my head away from him. I thought, I do not have to do this. I can stop right now. I can straighten up and w...