There I was, dressed like I was now, minus panties, standing on the arms of the chair in our bedroom. My image slowly squatted until my butt was almos... on the chairs' seat, legs wide open, exposing a very red, wet pussy. I then started sliding a long neck beer bottle up and down the outside length of my inner labia, finally slipping inside and disappearing up to the big part of the bottle.My heart stopped beating and I thought I must be having a heart attack. I broke into a sweat and my head. Still, it was just the sort of thing that he needed to bolster his finances before the rent was due at the end of the month. He only had two more courses to take to meet his degree requirements in Business Administration and had already filed a number of applications to various large corporations as well as open government positions around the State. The recycling of eggs was mindless but it would put him over the hump of finding funds to sustain his living requirements for the next few months. My heart nearly leapt into my throat with her words and the feel of her whispered words on my ear and neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. She slowly began to move whispering for me to follow her lead. We moved together to the music. Her body was warm and molded against me. Sliding my hands up and down her back, lightly caressing her. I could feel her nuzzling her face into my neck sending shivers all through me. The music changed to a heavy beat and suddenly the crowd. I was thinking about buying it,” Betsy said.“Why on earth would you buy a motel in Vancouver?” Charlie asked.Rubbing the gold torque gently, Betsy said, “I have a feeling that I’ll need a place or two like that.”“You’re just throwing your money away,” Charlie said in disgust.“It’s my money.”“I can’t argue with you, there,” Charlie said.She wondered if Betsy hadn’t suffered some kind of brain injury. She wasn’t doing the kinds of things that Betsy would normally do.Betsy said, “Candice, you.