My face said it all. I let go and he slowly slid one finger in my wet pussy, and then another. "Wow! You're really wet! Does this happen often, Lisa?"...he said, trying to maintain the doctor-patient relationship. "Not very often, but only when I feel horny or if someone touches my nipples." "What do you do then?" Did he want to know how I masturbated? I was confused so I just put one hand to my nipples and one hand near my clit. As soon as he saw my movement he smiled. He put his other hand on. They saw them as sirens, lush and captivating. When they looked on their wives they had uncontrollable carnal thoughts of their dripping wet pussies. All of these husbands thought of their wives' pussies as the most succulent fruit ever. As soon as their cocks touched their goddesses' pussies, they spontaneously combusted firing shot after shot of their thick gooey cream into their lush but unsatisfied holes.Gary didn’t know it yet, but he was going to be one of these husbands.Gary had known. A reasonable amount of discretion should keep us safe from discovery.Sunday was an off day for fucking because our parents wanted to make that a family day. That was actually a good thing for us because it gave Jenny's sore pussy a chance to recover: six days of fucking in a row was beginning to show on her as wear and tear. I probably needed the rest, too, but I never got sore. The one change I noticed was that my abdominal muscles seemed to get tougher. That must have been from all of the. Her bare arms were down by her side as she clenched and unclenched her fists and I could see she was shaking."A DATE date."She raised her head slightly and those sightless sea green eyes looked at me."Why?"Time stood still.I raised the microphone to my lips. Everything I ever was and would be finally merged into this defining moment of my life."Because I love you, Heather Macallister," I said softly, "That's why."There was an audible murmur that rippled around those watching. I glanced at Janet.