Jodi turns slightly so that she is able to see herself and Dollyreflected in the mirror. Jodi releases Dolly's hair and slides her handdown to Dolly's...breast and rubs and tugs Dolly's nipple while still,ever so slowly and softly, stroking Dolly's cock. Jodi's glance findsmine and our eyes meet in the mirror. I'm having difficulty coping withthe reality of this scene. There is my wife with Dolly's breast in onehand and Dolly's cock in the other hand. Jodi smiles at me. Marinastands next to me. And the so-called company was fucking the shit out of her. He was either very good or very hung, or maybe both. She was definitely louder with this mystery guy than she was with her husband, Al. I let this go on for a couple of months until Al asked if there was something going on when he was working the graveyard shift. I knew he was scared to hear the truth but I had an idea. I suggested on the next graveyard Saturday night shift, that Al use a vacation day, not telling Teresa about it, and. .." Kimmy hesitated. Not only was she apprehensive about being under the same roof with a black man, she was responsible for looking after her house while her mother was out of town."Come on," Laurie said. "It'll do you good to get away from there for a while."Kimmy didn't speak for several seconds. Then: "Well ... okay, I guess." Good," Laurie said, and gave her directions.Laurie lived on the far side of town. It would take two or three bus transfers to get there. Kimmy would have to get ready. If I knew where to start..."I had only been teaching for a little less than two years (one year in grad school), but I had already heard this at least a thousand times. What it meant was "I give each problem a look. If I can't find an example just like it in the book or my notes, or if it takes more than one minute to do, I consider it impossible and go on to the next one." I sighed inwardly and thought to myself that she was lucky to have those tits; she was certainly not going to get by on.