.. “Could you tell me a bit about your sisters?” he temporized.“Certainly!” Kris replied enthusiastically. Then she named the girls’ high sc...ool and said, “The girls are Ann and Elizabeth Harris, although Elizabeth is universally known as Little Bit. They both scored 1600 on the SATs (the highest score possible at that time), and top scores on their advanced placement tests.” She passed on the list of courses for which they had taken the tests.“Beyond that,” Kris continued, “Ann is president of. It was almost like they wanted to get these things off their chests."It's been three years now, have you considered trying have a baby together?" I inquired.They both sighed. It seemed to be a touchy subject, but they still gave me an answer."Well, we've talked about it. Not a whole lot, but we're both definitely not on the same page. Although, he has made it clear to me, if I do get pregnant, he'll take care of me, and the baby," Julie let me know.I wasn't gonna ask anything else on that. He hasn’t been bothering me so often in the bedroom, late nights, mysterious phone calls. All these clues and still I had noidea he was playing around elsewhere for certain, I suspected it but had no real evidence.’ When I produced the panties, he confessed. He had been having an affair with his PA but wanted to stay with me. The worst bit was, she was my best friend. I kicked him out telling him our marriage was finished. Tonight was the first time I have seen him since that night. I. .:" "Fuck girl . . . call it a COCK . . .!" he shouted. And his command suddenly gave me the courage to say stuff that even earlier tonight I would have never said. "Mr. Forester . . . I want to see that big cock right now! Can I zip down that fucking zipper and pull it out for you? I want to feel it in my hands and maybe even play with it for you!" I could tell he was shocked but even more turned on . . . if that were possible. "Go right ahead you fucking little bitch . . . by the time this.