Several pairs of nylons, a long leather skirt a couple of black satin bras and several pairs of black panties. I would carefully unhook them from her ...ine. Suddenly the light in the kitchen comes on. I look for a place to hide and quickly get out of sight. All the while holding onto my precious ‘cargo’ with one hand. And teasing my rapidly stiffening member with the other. I see Mandy at the sink with her yellow rubber gloves on. God she looks beautiful. She has a black top on that shows her. She blamed Kim for getting her into this whole mess. But before she could hang up, Kim asked her "What happened? Did he hurt you?" Not really," Mary snarled, "he just beat my butt with a yard stick so bad that I still have the welts. Then he jammed his cock down my throat and made me swallow his cum. No, it was a real garden party after you left. I hope you get yours tonight." Maybe I won't go," Kim told her. "What's the worst that could happen if I just told my parents what we did, and what. Without really thinking it through I retorted "sure, as long as I get my fantasy next then you can give him a blowjob or something. Pity you can't find him again"Her eyes widened, "he told me his name and the real estate company he owns, so I could track him down. Babe, I'm getting hot just thinking about touching his cock, you can watch me lick it".We had a lot more discussion over the next couple of days before agreeing that she could at least call him and see if he was interested. It didn't. You might know him as Jack, but when you've been involved with the man as long as I have, he prefers the more formal John. Ah, sweet dark liquid of life. He has the cure for my ills.No, he doesn't. All he will make me do is get maudilin and depressed. I'll rage against the storm, scream at the walls and have huge conversations with people that aren't even in the room. It's interesting, don't you think, that when you're having a fight with someone that's not there, imagining their responses to.