Damn, she was really super cool looking. “I like your car,” I replied.“Oh, its not mine,” she replied. “It’s my husband’s. I’m just ou... taking it for a spin.”“It’s still a nice car,” I shot back. “Does he know you’re out in it, teasing folks?”She laughed.“No,” she replied, “He’s on a business trip, and I was bored sitting at the house, so I decided to take it for a spin.”“All you need is a cowboy hat,” I replied.“You sharing?” she asked.“Sure,” I replied. The light turned green.“Follow me,” she. I thought about those two times, both of those times were rocky times but I knew our love would be able to survive and it did. Except… Is that why you werent really upset with me about the Phoenix trip? Yes. I set that trip up. YOU WHAT?!? I worked with Sandra and she was whining about how she needed to go to Phoenix to be with her one true love. There was a guy we worked with who I had become close to. When I gave her a questioning look of disbelief, Ann added another, Real close. We hadnt. Oh there was the momentary mental surge of struggle, a slight movement back of her head, as complex as the golden bough’s resistance yet give under Aeneas’ hand; Brittany knew this was wrong, but it was heavenly too quickly. Hesitation, the rational restraint was lost in physical heat. Britt’s mouth was immediately a lush trap of accepting passion. My finger rimming her arsehole. My other hand under her bra-less singlet enjoying her fleshy softness and her nipple hardness. Brit was a slut.. Abigail was trembling with desire and she wondered where Estefan had learned these things. Estefan turned her around toward him and began to tongue her sopping wet pussy. Abigail came violently humping his face and covering it with her pussy juice. Abigail was too weak to stand any longer so she allowed Estefan to lower her to the kitchen floor. Estefan removed her bathrobe and spread it out so that Abigail could lay on it. Abigail rolled over on her stomach in an effort to protect her tender.