" Oh ... I'm not worried about that. I just wanted to fix myself up a little if we were going to meet."She leant over and whispered: "Now you'll never...fuck me."I chuckled.Actually that wasnt the case at all. For some reason, I'd never asked how tall she was. From the pictures I had assumed she was a tall large woman, leaning to fat. In reality she was just over 5 feet and short torsoed.I like that. When I get ready to shoot my jizz in a woman I like to hold their shoulders and jam my cock in. I adjusted thecollar and pulled it down before picking up the leather skirt I hadbought today. Slipping it on I adjusted it to fit it was about a coupleof inches above my knees but not too short. I could feel the softleather caress my thighs as I moved across the room and found a pair ofblack 3 ? inch stilettos the silver metal heel glistening as I pulledthem on to my feet. Collecting some bits and pieces together I droppedthem into my black leather clutch bag and set off for dinner.Dinner was. Sara could only imagine what was going through Bounty’s mind and just the thought was making her pussy wet, and that wetness was now running down her leg. Maggie reached up under Sara’s skirt and inserted a finger into her pussy. When her finger slid in with no resistance, she turned to look at Bounty and said “ this little slut of yours is so damn wet my finger slid in like it was already lubed” Sara felt her cheeks flush. Bounty turned “bitch that pussy is mine get your fingers out of. That was the great thing about marriage, the other spouse could always fill in when life played to one of your weaknesses. She had always been the one to patch up bleeding children. “I’m going to take Brittney down to the police station to file a report. It shouldn’t take more than a couple hours. Then we can work on the west tower. Sound good?”“Yes, Georgie.” Julie rocked her hips again. Even with her poor husband on the other side of the door. What was she doing? “I’ll be ready to help you.