" I do as he asks of me and push two fingers of my left hand into my hot, wet, throbbing pussy. I thrust them in and out again and again, deeper each...time. I can feel the soft spongy opening of my womb. I rub my clit until the combination of the sensations nearly drive me to distraction. I am moaning and writhing on the bed. It is not my hand but Jack's hand, doing these wonderful things to me. Jack realizes that I can no longer tell him what I am feeling, but he has a pretty good idea of. We have evendisagreed so many times and have argued. But the sexbetween us has always been muy PERFECTO! Something thathappens betweens us quite often.It was a humid summer night and I had just finishedtaking a shower and toweling off. I sat on the livingroom couch, brushing my long wet hair, and wearing onlypanties and no top. The telephone range, his voicealways sent such chills throughout my body.“Hi baby, I miss you,” he said.“I miss you too,” I groaned as my hands. You're going to hell.Marge heard the toilet flush and then the shower turned on. She paced, wringing her hands. What was she doing in a stranger's hotel room wearing only a short robe?Jack reemerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist."Oh!" the preacher's wife exclaimed when she saw his almost naked body. "I ... I didn't expect you to, um..." She averted her eyes."I felt so grubby I needed a shower." Can't you put something on?" In a bit ... just need to air dry a little.. I had been up since sunrise seven hours ago, but that wasn't it. It was my 5 AM holocast call with Abigail. As she was giving me the scheduled status report, she flashed a secret hand signal. She was asking that I recall her immediately. With the multiple rail and ferry connections needed to get back to my cathedral from Stanley, she wasn't due in my office for another half hour.I had a sharp image of her in my mind from the holocast. She was dressed in a full burqa with several of the top.