I wanted to linger there but duty called. I slipped my hand underneath her and started finger fucking her. Her cunt was sopping wet, the folds were ...right red and opening like an exotic flower. I added a second finger and put my thumb on her cllt and massaged it with a soft circular motion. Carol started humping her hips, thrusting so that my fingers were buried deep inside of her and she started pinching her nipples.I pulled her close to me, my cock between her ass cheeks, my fingers. "You did trust her, right?" Of course I did." She sighs. "She was the only one who even pretended to listen." She wasn't just pretending." I offer her my hand. "What's your name?" Susan," she says, and gives my hand a quick shake. "Look, I'm sorry. I know I've screwed up your evening, and I had no right to yell at you just now."Her eyes are missing again, and I wonder just how hard it had been for Betty to earn her trust."You're wife was a wonderful lady, but..."I raise my right hand palm. Hell, I do the best I can. I work hard, I earn a decent living, I do my share of the household chores. She's got nothing to complain about. Yet, there she was, putting me down, calling me every name in the book and then not talking to me for the rest of the night. Maybe it's PMS. Maybe it's because her mother hates her father. Maybe it's hereditary insanity. I don't know. But whatever it is, I sure didn't feel like going home after work. I didn't think that I could put up with another night of. I should have listened to her advice (you'll understand why).While I was helping her to store the groceries I noticed she was staring at me, and when she realized it was getting a bit awkward, she looked away, but not before smiling in a way that made me even more nervous than I already was.She noticed it and offered me a drink. Usually, I try to stick to wine and only rarely drink anything stronger than that. But she insisted on having a couple of shots of tequila, to get in the mood, she.