"Yes," she answered. Carol wasn't upset. She was proud."Why?" For the same reason Marilyn and I decided to keep our affairs secret from our husbands. ...or the excitement, the thrill, the raw, visceral stimulation of being a secret slut." Carol was aroused, with a wild, wanton look in her eyes. Marilyn was quiet as a church mouse as she took in every nuance of the conversation."You liked that?" Yes," Carol hissed."You like being a secret slut?" Yes," she said proudly. She was challenging me. Her. I hugged her again and I placed her on her bed n kissed her lips and she responded immediately and we were lip locked for almost 20-25 mins and believe me it was the amazing kiss.Then I removed her bra and those massive melons just bounced out and her nipples were erect and hard. I pinched her nipple and she moaned and told to do it more wildly, I did so and started to kiss her boobs and suck her nipples passionately and bite them and she was moaning,”oo god……yeahhhhhhhhhhhh…..yesssssssss do it. I honestly did it for my man because I knew the lounge had a dance floor which was extremely dark (from previous trips there) and would be fun to tease him on it. When we got there we hung out with his other white friends and their dates. From time to time I saw the man whom I easily recognized as Dennis checking me out. I smiled politely and he took this as an invitation to come over and shake my hand. He looked at Jacob and joked, “Small Dick you cant satisfy all of this” gesturing to me. We. She was recording the events, either for the police or for them to use at his memorial, only time would determine which use was more fitting. Gail, who was currently running soundlessly beside the car, now crouched down just enough so she could just peer into the front. So far she couldn't see anything incriminating, but she was watching carefully. She knew enough to know they would have something ready to use at a moment's notice.Although she'd already tendered her resignation to the St. Louis.