After Kelly blew me and proceeded to tell me that she wanted to fuck me while Brock was out of town, I figured we needed to have a talk. “I thought you didn’t want to cheat on Brock?” I asked, tucking my dick into my jeans and lying back on the middle of my bed, her real estate virtual walkthrough still playing on my big screen TV in the background. “Why do you even care?” she snapped back, pulling her tiny tank top down over her tan, perky, perfect breasts. I could still see her areolas and nipples through the tank and I didn’t try to hide that I was looking at them. Kelly wasn’t the nicest and so I didn’t really worry about how I treated her. I know that sounds cruel but it’s the truth. And now two days into a shelter in place order, here she is cheating on her boyfriend of four years. What’s there to respect about her?