She is the sunny, flirtatious sort, her dark hair usually in pigtails framing her unbearably cute facial features and the same brilliant emerald eyes ...s Arthur. Her body is sleek, springy, and athletic in contrast to my own voluptuous curves. About a year and a half ago, I returned home early from a day at the spa and walked in on Arthur with a slutty teenaged neighbor of ours bent over Elizabeth's bed, pounding her pussy with reckless abandon as she squealed with delight and screamed, urging. “What do you mean?” She asked. I told her what I had been told and what Jean had said, pouring myself another drink. “No! Joan said That can’t be right!” She said. Look I said, she’s been playing around for months. I knew about it. She wanted an open marriage, I let her have it. “No!” Oh yes, she’ll drop her knickers and show her cunt to anyone with money. I said. Joan started crying. “No no no!” She couldn’t believe what I was telling her.I felt sorry for her. She wasn’t a great looker,. Jennings stepped back from the couch and knelt on the floor. Spreading her knees wide, she reached back and pulled her dress to her waist. Large and meaty globes faced my Chemistry teacher as he eagerly crawled down behind her and stuck his cock into her pussy. Grabbing her hips, he began to pound into her well lubricated slit. It was then that she surprised him even further by leaning her head down to the floor and raising her ass even further. Looking back over her shoulder, she said, “Put it. Doctors had repeatedly said that I couldn’t recover because I had never tried to. Actually I never wanted to recover fully. I had nobody to live for. I just wanted to die and be back with my family in heaven. But in the past few months there has been a change in my attitude. I now want to recover. I want to live life once again. Probably that is what has brought about my slight recovery. Do you have any idea how that happened?”“Is it because now you feel like there is a reason why you should.