I did find her a ride home from the Christmas party with your neighbor, Bob. I guess he had plans for her that no one would figure him for."I broke in...with, "Wait until we get back to my office and I will show you what happened and why I'm having her served with divorce papers on Tuesday."Max started shaking his head. "Don't do that to your wife. It will kill her." I just can't live with her anymore. She is a slut and I will show you how much of a one if you'll just wait a few minutes." I sped. Like masturbating, only with a trusted friend who does it for me in a way I can't. When I kiss the inside of her thighs the way I know she likes it, tickle her clit with my tongue lightly until she's dribbling clear anticipation from the bottom of her slit, it feels like it would to take her to the spa and give her a pedicure. And, for some reason, the guys in our life just don't come close. So, here we are at it again, for the hundredth time, horny to get each other off and settled into the. "I was fucking you with one of them," Deshona confessed her fantasy. "With my boob. Rubbing your pussy with my nipple."Both of them responded to this in the same way. Their eyes widened, and their breath quickened noticeably. Oh god! Laura thought, feeling the wetness in her crotch become a mini-flood. She kissed Deshona hungrily, nearly raping her throat with her tongue."I'm dying to feel it," she breathed into Deshona's ear. "Do it to me now."Trembling with sexual excitement, they stretched. The building looked like it had beenconstructed thirty years ago, undergone half of a renovation, then therenovation was halted. The result was a mishmash of hallways and stairsthat made Robert feel like a rat in a maze. After a few minutes ofwalking down wrong corridors, he found the large, heavy double-doors ofthe auditorium his lecture was in.The walls were simple brown bricks with rectangular holes cut in aregular pattern. Judging from the worn seats and lack of an overheadprojector, Robert.