Getting over my fetish

Months went by when her friend Roberta came over for Thanksgiving. She toke a week off from work and came up from Chicago. Roberta and Dawn have been best friends since middle school. They talk about everything. Roberta always had a problem with me. Every time she was around me she would look down at me and say things just to degrade me.

“You still here?” Roberta says to me.

“Where else would I be?”

“If it was my choice you would be kicked to the curb.” She growled at me. “When are you going to get rid of him?” She says as she turns to Dawn.

“When he is six feet under.” Dawn turns to me and kisses me. “That won’t be for a very long time so you two better get along.”

Thanksgiving was not for another three days and I already wish Roberta would leave. That night Dawn told me a story and of course she put Roberta into it. She was saying how she would let Roberta use me until Roberta leaves back to Chicago. Even though I could not stand Roberta it still got me horny the way Dawn told the story.

“That was a great story honey.”