Walter's face mirrored the shock and pain of Brent's discovery and he shook his head afterwards."I'd never have guessed Jeanette would ever do anythin... like that," he said. "It's so uncharacteristic of her. What got into her? Have you talked to her?" No ... not yet. It just happened yesterday and I'm still trying to digest it myself. I don't even know how to begin to talk to her about it."It was June who came up with a suggestion. "Brent ... what if I were to phone her ... talk to her and see. I notice the steady streams leaking from her holes so I decide I better make use of those before I move on to her glazed tits. I grab two pillows and put them under her ass, propping her up so no more of that sex juice gets wasted on the sheet below. While doing this a get a strong smell of the sex emanating from her glorious fuck holes. I move my face in quickly and begin lapping at the juices between her vagina and ass hole. My cock immediately jumps as I consume the mixture of cum that is. I noted that he wore rubber boots. Those had to be cold as hell, but still he had been inside the truck. He should not look so angry."Would one of you help me with my bags please?" the woman asked."Give her a hand, will you Rick. I have had about all of her I can stand." He didn't even bother trying to whisper. He didn't seem to mind her hearing. My guess was that they had already had words."Sure, hold on just a second Ma'am," I said."Mr. Blaine., it is very cold out here could we hurry. The door opened, and she emerged, wearing the robe and those little footy things; the only open question was whether she was wearing panties under the robe. Aaron decided that she probably was, and would put up a token resistance before he penetrated them; that would throw a sop to virtue while allowing them to move forward. Aaron decided that it was time to insure that they WERE moving forward, so he lowered his glass to the coffee table, met her before the couch, lifted her chin, and.