For old time's sake.

You can't fuck him. You CAN'T FUCK Denny!
But... he's been behind bars for a long time. He deserves... something...
A few minutes later, they were sitting side by side in Beth's car. Denny was in the passenger seat, and Beth was leaning over him, fumbling at his belt buckle.
"We can't...I can't..."
"Okay..." his voice was tight and his breathing was short and rapid.
"But... for old time's sake..." she freed the veiny cock she remembered from its denim confines, and began to kiss the tip, spitting over the head and working it down the shaft with both hands.
"Oh...that's the Beth Wilson I remember." He put his hands on her head, and she let him push her down onto his stiff prick, all the way to the base until her eyes bulged and her throat convulsed to cover his cock with slimy spit. I guess I'm giving Denny Hunt a deepthroat blowjob now. That's just what's happening.

He wasn't at all shy about fucking her face. He had loved to do it before, and when she was rolling on E there was little she wouldn't do. Despite being stone sober, she reveled in taking Denny's cock to the hilt over and over again.
"I dreamed about this mouth many nights in lockup. It's even better than I remember." Between the intensity of the throat fucking, and how long it must have been for him, Denny couldn't last forever. "I'm gonna blow, baby." Beth stroked him with both hands until he began to curse loudly that he was cumming, then she buried his pulsing cock in her throat again, savoring the old familiar taste of his cum as it passed over her tongue. She swallowed as he shot, not wasting any drop, and more importantly not letting any mess drip inside her car.
"Fuck...are you sure you don't want to come back to my place, Beth? We can fuck all night, make up for lost time."
"Sorry, babe. I can't. I have to get home." She wiped her mouth and sat up. She didn't explain further, and Denny didn't push it.
"Well... at least take my number, in case you ever want to trip down memory lane."
She let him put his number into her phone.
You're not very smart.
Shut up.
She sat for a long time after Denny drove away in his own car, trying to push away guilt. He deserved something nice after serving time. That's all.
She drove home, wishing she believed her own bullshit.
She walked into the townhouse to the scene of Kyle snoring on the couch. Brian was just coming out of the downstairs bathroom.
"Hey, welcome home baby." He walked up to put his arms around her and gave her a kiss. She made a mental note to be thankful for the mint that was masking her cock breath.
"How's your brother?" she peeked over his shoulder. Kyle was snoring.
"Jet lagged. Happy to be home. He says you two got to know each other, and he thinks you're sweet." {if KyleLapdance > 0
}Fuck. After all that shit with Denny, I forgot about the lapdance{if KyleLapdance = 2}s{endif}!What's wrong with me? Lapdances and blowjobs?{endif
}
"Yeah, he's a sweet kid, too."{if KyleLapdance > 0
}Relax. If Kyle had told Brian about that, he wouldn't be smiling. {endif
} She began to notice that, while he was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, Brian still smelled of his cologne, mixed with sweat, cigar smoke, and a faint floral scent that might be women's perfume.
"You...um, you kind of stink, baby."
"Yeah, about that... I was feeling kind of...I was feeling bad about how things have been between us lately so... I delayed my shower until you got home...so that maybe we could... take one together." His eyes were hungry.
Beth had to suppress a sardonic laugh. Wow. How ironic.