He was cumming again.She liked this feeling very much.He stand up. She stand up and smack him.She would not like to show her weakness in front of him....She would like to have the power herself, She chosen very quickly some cloths and left the house. Without to wear any underwear. NOW in the table meeting: She was no wearing bra. Her tits were floating at her shirt. Her shirt was bulky for the occasion. She didn't want to wear bras. Her boyfriend was hugging her and kissing her. She was sitting. Are you interested? We'll have to shave your legs,girlfriend. Hummmm? Maybe a nice spritz of perfume will make you feel liketotally femmy. Something floral and pretty, just like your undies. I havesome breast enhancers in the second drawer. Did you see those as you weredigging through my panties and bras? I'd have thought you'd use those rightaway as you don't have much to support. Let's get those babies in rightaway. Have you decided on an outfit yet? I usually wear those daintiesunder a short. “I’m glad we helped get you there,” I said with a grin.Jenny excused herself to go to the ladies and on her return, she grabbed her things and said, “On my way back I found my husband at the bar talking with a group of people so walked up interrupting their conversation, very conspicuously handed him my wet panties and demanded boldly,John, please take me home NOW and fuck me senseless. No one in the said anything, as I turned and, walked away but then I heard them all jeering him like. I can't believe it myself. Here let me help you get cleaned up a little."With that said, Marshall produced a towel and reached between my legs to wipe the cum from my thighs and dripping ass hole. He managed to slide the satiny panties down my legs without smearing the cum on the hose or shoes as I stepped out of them. I was really confused. What had I just done? Did this mean I was queer? How could I have gotten enjoyment out of what Marshall had just done to me? My tears were not.