" What happens in a few years?" She replied. "I won't have my looksforever, then I'll be lonely without a man who loves me." Oh fiddle faddle, that'... years away, live life while you have it.William was never good enough for you, go and find someone to replacehim and still have him like a little dog, doing your every command.He's perfectly happy, he doesn't know any different. In any case, heisn't your husband any more." What do you mean he isn't my husband?" You don't have to worry about any. Make me cum here in my empty bed, totally fucked by what you dream of doing to me.” “I dream of sinking my fingers deep into your wet pussy in a crowded lift as we travel upward, and feeling you shudder in silent climax as you try desperately not to cry out.” “Oh, that’s good. What else?” “I dream of making you paint my toenails while a roomful of men watch, wondering if we’re lovers, dreaming of us naked, grinding our pussies together. When the pink gloss dries, I push my big toe into your. I offered to race upstairs and don my jersey; I would be back before the commercial ended. They conferred. They agreed but I needed to offer something in penance to appease the football gods. I scoffed and suggested shots. My mistake. They heartily and eagerly agreed. Belly shots it would be.In an instant I was lifted into the air with a man holding each limb and my hubby cradling my ass. They carried to the pool table and laid me down. Tequila, of course. I was first. It was a two ounce shot. By the time we were done fucking I had used up five rubbers and she had at least double that number of orgasms.We got dressed and she once again put her panties, bra and pantyhose into her purse leaving her, once again, buck naked under her dress. The snow had gotten to over seven inches deep and it took longer to get home as the driving was a bit treacherous. I managed to get her home on time, but I noticed, as she got out of the car, there was some blood on the car seat. So, before I got home.