Before Wendy can protest, my head is between her thighs and my tongue lapping ferociously at the now saturated gusset of her panties. I alternate betw...en fluttering my tongue against her clit and sucking on the wet cotton, which makes a loud swizzling sound, almost like using a straw to get the last drops of a milkshake.Soon, Wendy is writhing and moaning."Oh, my, God!" she repeats over and over as her climax builds. For an instant, there is silence as Wendy's legs clamp down on my head, her. “So back to the subject of cucks and wimps. Who else was in the hue and cry?”“Johnny. I didn’t expect that from him, but he was saying it loud and proud and clear.”“Johnny ... you talking about Goofy? The geeky guy with glasses like beer glass bottoms?”“We don’t call him that anymore, and he wears contacts now.”“Okay. Let’s call him Johnny. Johnny bust up with Luanne, didn’t he?”“Yeah, he caught her fucking around with another guy and wouldn’t stand for it. Made that loud and clear.”“Wow. So. Well, you almost ruined that didn't you? You always leave at 8 on Fridays, but last week you left a full hour late. Yes, last week. that is why I was almost pushing you out the door. It's a good thing I did too, because as soon as you started your car, the phone rang, and it was Susan. Her voice sounded so innocent that when she started telling me about how she wanted to fuck me, every dirty word caused my heart to skip a beat. You just have no idea what power this woman had over me at that. You shouldn’t be having lunch with me, you should be beating me senseless. I deserve it.’‘’Why?’Peter took another gulp of his drink, then said, ‘I spent Monday afternoon fucking your wife.’Jerry blinked a few times. ‘Jilli? You and Jilli?’Peter hung his head. ‘Yes.’‘How long has this been going on?’‘Jerry, it was the first time, and I will never do it again, I swear!’They sat in silence for long enough to take a bite of their sandwiches, then Jerry asked, ‘How did this happen? Who.