I never stopped to think about how much I myself had changed over just the space of six weeks. Not that I had stayed celibate since Peter and I had pa...ted ways. But until I met Betty I had never entertained fantasies about other women. Twice in the space of a month I had made love with a woman and enjoyed it immensely. A lucky accident had reawakened Peter's and my sex life and it was at a high it had never reached during our marriage.Still though, I wanted to have some idea that his old stuffy. ’ she says plainly. ‘Okay. Orgasm. Eight.’ he commands again. This time, he hears no noise except what he imagines is her cellphone falling from her hand and hitting the bench. As the seconds tick by, he thinks maybe she hung up on him, but no. The line is still open. He hears static noises and then her breath. ‘You… bastard… ‘ she whispers, laughing and breathless. ‘Good?’ he says laughing. ‘I need to change my underwear when I get home now…’ she says accusingly. Or tried. She wasn’t. Then we turned our attention to Babs. I played with her tits as I watched Rolf work his fingers in the front of her pussy and Nick worked his in from the back. Almost immediately she started to thrust her hips and her back arched, her head fell backwards and her moans of ecstasy were louder than the waves crashing on the beach. The mass of fingers worked her pussy and clit until she began to convulse and I had to grab her as her knees started to buckle under the throes of her orgasm. After all. The prosecution was willing to listen, but they figured there was another woman and they wanted to hear from her before they settled.Trouble is, our dummy clammed up. He was absolutely adamant about denying he had a popsie, even after Irving said the prosecutors only wanted to talk, that she couldn’t be charged with anything because she wasn’t there. Of course that was a stretcher, accessory was always a possibility, but the guy wouldn’t budge anyway. Irving was pretty sure he was lying, but he.