She’s seated on a table in black see through lingerie with black panties and black stockings. I imagine the feel of the flesh of her thighs against ...y hand as I unclip her stockings and peel them down her legs. The camera is pointed between her legs at the black satin covering her cunt mound. I wonder what it would feel like to touch a woman’s mound through thin tight black satin, then slide my hand down inside her panties and feel the cunt hair and lips that lie beneath. I feel that familiar. It’s not like I cheated on him, we weren’t even dating!’ She straightened, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. ‘True. But think about it like this. If you had dropped some panty-dropping poetry on him, and then he turned around and went out on a date with someone else – nay, a friend of yours – while he was staying at your house, while he was sleeping in your bed. Would you get over it so easily?’ I leaned against a car door and crossed my arms. ‘…damnit.’ ‘Yeah, damnit. I understand this. My clock said 2:13 when I heard the loud voices in the living room.My mother's is loudly talking in the voice she gets when she's angry and drunk."In the pantry, the country fucking club kitchen pantry, how could you do it? Fucking Carla Martin in the country club kitchen fucking pantry."Dad makes no sound. I just hear things being moved around."I go looking for you and I hear noises from the goddamn pantry. I open the fucking door and you have Carla bent over some boxes with your filthy cock. Blinking a couple times she realized where she was. “Jer?” she said to the black room. When she heard the shower, she reached into her night stand and grabbed her pepper spray. Tip toing she went into the bathroom holding up the can she said, “Jer.” Again.“Yeah.” He replied pulling the curtain back.At the same time he said, “Good god Marie.” She breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the can.“Sorry, I couldn’t remember where I was at first when I woke up, then I couldn’t remember if you were.