Absolutely nothing... in my line to move to, where there had been a whole list of projects waiting to be started before then. No sweat. There must be ...omething else I could do. I started hunting. But there was nothing to find. Weeks passed with no jobs at all, while in others I found a day's work here and there. Reports of an upswing in the economy proved to be wishful thinking.Four months after my last regular job I called Brenda and said that I had not forgotten about my promise to visit them. The first picture I looked at had my dick 'straining at the leash', it was a picture of my other friend Lindsey who was a slim mousey- blonde haired girl, she was wearing nothing but her glasses and a big smile whilst she laid back on a bed holding her legs wide open exposing her shaven pink pussy and anus. The second picture I looked at was pretty much the same as the first but with Lindsey spreading her labia apart, the third picture was the best so far. It was a close up POV shot from. This kind of touching was funny... it made Cat feel all hot and bothered, made her mind more flighty than usual, made her knees tremble and feel weak. It wasn't... it didn't make sense, people had touched Cat before, on the shoulder, around the waist, on the legs, but Trina's hands, Trina's slender fingers stroking Cat's waist, holding the girl... it was more than just a touch, it meant more than what it was. Cat didn't know why exactly, but she knew she liked it, liked how it made her nerves. Normally during sex we both are quiet but now my devilish mind wanted kink and fun.So I taunted her “tell me anjana does your husband have the dick or are you a wanton cheating slut” I had a doubt in the back of my mind that she may feel offended to this question but she soon dispelled that doubt when she replied “lover, am more than a wanton cheating slut, am a married whore who lusts for the big dick of her young neighbor and wants him to fuck her brains out like there is no tomorrow I want.