One hour later you rang on my door. I opened, I haven't said a word, neither did you. You had a skirt, a pull-over, some stockings, some bordeaux boot..., exactly as described in a letter that you had just read.You entered the living room, sat down on the sofa, in front of the coffee table with the cognac bottle, your legs slightly parted, I sat down on a chair to your right, you poured yourself a glass of cognac, we were staring at each other. I got up, stood behind you, reached with a hand to. I told her I also had lusted after you for the past four years. She told me yesterday what time she would get here today and to give her fifteen minutes before joining you. So here I am. Now, less talk, more action, Jack."God, but Jess' puss was sweet, even sweeter than Sue Ellen's. In for a penny, in for a pound I guess. Whatever, I went to work on Jess' puss with a vengeance. Smooth labia. Similar big clit to Sue Ellen. Elegant, pink inner labia, hanging out, under excitement, like drapery.. Moments later we were walking into the emergency room, past the startled security guard who was surprised to find that he couldn't move to stop me. I pushed through the swinging double doors into the treatment area and past the nurses that were swarming around the stretcher in the middle of the trauma area.There was a young woman on the stretcher, very pale and unmoving, and they were working very hard to get an IV into her when I walked up to the side of the bed. I have no idea why I did it,. It’s the courier guy. What the hay!!!I open the door and he comes in. “Yes? I ask.“I am sorry to bother you but I have a problem. I felt so guilty about what we did last week. I couldn’t get it off my mind. My wife noticed something was bothering me and she pestered me and nagged me so much, I blurted it out.”“WHAT?” I shouted.“I know it was to be our secret but I was so overwhelmed with guilt that I had to tell her.”“Just wonderfuckingful. Now what,” I ask.“She wants to watch you suck my.