Ms. Brooke’s fingernails digging into my asscheeks as I tease her with dry humping cock. At first not wanting to be the one that gives in, I decide...that I would rather have her slick pussy grasping my cock than just dry hump her all night. As I look into her eyes, I beg for her to pull her panties to the side and let my cock split her open. I notice one of her hands has left my asscheek and I feel it sliding between us. Her silky panties being pulled to the side allows the pent up heat from. Perhaps not the with regards décor,” She gestured to prints of paintings by Dutch impressionist painters adorning the walls, “But the food and ambience.”They opted to go straight to their table – they had their pick of the nine available ones – and ordered drinks. Neither initially requested alcohol, Trudy because she wasn’t a heavy drinker (‘Dry January’ wasn’t much of a challenge for her) and Della because she was ‘saving herself’ for the following night. They also both passed on the starters. Why haven't you told the neighbors you are planning on divorcing me?" Because you would be ripped apart by the wives at the party coming up on Labor Day. This way you can go and enjoy yourself. We can tell them before we leave the party. I assume we will face a firestorm as soon as everyone knows we are divorcing. Just don't try and hook up with one of the husbands before or after."That hurt and I rushed to promise I would behave. There was other decisions that had to be made. "I suppose we. ’ ‘Yeah, well, you haven’t heard the whole story.’ ‘We’re going to need more to drink?’ I nodded. Lily held up two fingers to signal our order to the waitress. I told Lily the story of how and why Marissa had come back to town. I finished just as our drinks arrived. ‘That bitch,’ Lily exclaimed then said to the waitress, ‘Not you, honey.’ ‘I don’t know what to do. If I stay, I have to deal with her bullshit. If I leave, I’m out a job I happen to love and I look like a punk.’ ‘You could sue.’.