" I said with a smile in my voice."I'll tell him, my friend." The call disconnected.It was a long lonely summer without my Judith at my side, but I ma...aged. One day a large envelope appeared in the mail. It had no return address. After I opened it, I found the society page from last Sunday's New York Times.My heart broke.There on the front page was a picture of my Judith arm and arm with another man.I read the article. It said that the billionaire, Mr. Jonathon Hunting Smyth and his new bride,. Sliding my fingers gently between my pussy lips, pressing them hard against my clit. The more I think of your mouth and tongue the more excited I get. The music is loud so I don't hear you arrive home from work and come into the bathroom. In a world of my own so caught up pleasuring myself, I am totally oblivious to you standing in the doorway watching me. All I can feel is the tension building up between my thighs and know I am close to coming. My breasts are bobbing up and down in the spray. I leaned down, and touched my lips to hers.“Oh fuck, baby, I love you, I fuckin’ love you,” she whispered, tears streaming from her eyes. I held her and dripped tears of my own on her face. Our lips touched again. God she tasted good. Peppermint pie. I smashed my tits against hers and she gently bit my lip. I was sad because I knew there was no way we could get our clothes off fast enough.“Baby,” I commanded, breathing in her face, “Fuck me!”Sunday night we drove down out of the Poconos, and. Two of them sitting close to the person who’d spoken and two sitting as far from each other and the group as possible.Cat’s breath caught, and she looked at me questioningly.“What?”She shook her head and moved close to me, whispering, “He’s offering a blanket and the fire if I let him fuck me.”I looked at her, studied the dirty beggar outlined by the fire, and then glanced back at her. What a peculiar situation. A dirty, flea-ridden good-for-nothing was offering badly needed warmth in exchange.