You miserable asshole. No note, no card, no phone call, and just an empty fucking apartment when I got home from work. How could you do something like...that to me? I thought you cared for me.’ Five years before, when Jenny and I had been living in Kansas City, I had caught her having an affair. I had moved out and two months later I’d met Shelly and we had started dating. We seemed to click and we moved in together. We had been living together for almost nine months when Jenny began her campaign. ” I blurted out turning red and attempting to cover myself up.“Don’t be,” she said softly, “and please don’t cover it. You look so inviting.”I was more worried in case Jen woke up and came down than my mother seeing me, but it did give me a thrill knowing she was looking at me and enjoying it. I pulled my gown together as best I could but it didn’t cover all it should.“About 8.30 be ok?”I nodded slowly. “Are you sure though?”Her response was to stand up and move in front of me casting a. I thought I knew everything I boxed and placed into storage, yet even to this day I still come across something that I never noticed while packing. As I made myself comfortable amongst my memories I seemed drawn to one of Ginny’s jewelry boxes. It wasn’t much, she tended to use it as an overflow since the house safe was in the basement. We couldn’t be bothered to go into the basement on our returns from some social evening. So she had got into the habit of placing a few pieces of jewelry into. "I know I love hearing about what you've been up to with him, maybe he enjoys hearing about your exploits too?" Yeah, I did," she said. "He just loves the idea of me with another woman - what is it with guys and lesbians?" We all laughed as she continued. "And I thought he might be strange about me with another guy, but he seemed to get really turned on, he wanted me to describe how my pussy felt to have lots of cum in it. I think he likes the idea of fucking me when you've just cum inside.