She'd been desperately trying to ignore the heat and wetness below. Breathing heavily, she pondered his argument and her bodily reactions. She couldn'... disagree. Gary's words were comforting to her mind, but her pussy was already convinced. "Whispers... Yes. It is."He seemed to hesitate before replying. "For me too." Spearing into Elaine's mind came the vision of Gary adjusting his cock in his jeans. Elaine chewed her lip, unsure of what to say. Her fingers trembled as they rested on the. . Sluts!" Well, there you might have something. They may be sluts, but they are honest sluts. You're a dishonest whore, but I sure can't call you a slut. You probably don't even like sex."Predictably, Sallie started bawling. Johnny got up and walked toward the door. Seeing it had no effect, Sallie turned off the tears and screamed."I hate you! I hate you all. I never want to see you or them again!"That evening, Sallie was packed and gone. No one knew where she went. No one really cared, but it. Greg reluctantly said it was time for him, Tony, and Kurt to go. He mentioned that they had been the entertainment at many bachelorette parties, and this one was by far was the most erotic.All the women lined up side by side on their knees. One by one, they sucked on the three, ten-inch cocks. By the time they stepped out the front door, all three had been sucked off once more, and their cum was shared amongst the women.“Boy, the tongues sure will be wagging at work on Monday morning. Did you. It wasn’t a bad marriage, but it did have its difficulties. Bev and I were both career oriented and driven to achieve success in our chosen fields. That meant that at times we spent less time with each other and more time at work. There were out of town seminars to attend business trips to see clients, trade shows to work and the like. Sometimes we would go weeks without seeing each other. A lot of marriages couldn’t have survived under those conditions, but it seemed to work for us. We were so.