I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly ...n front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep. It was another twenty minutes back to town. It was still early on a Sunday morning and the highway was fairly empty. We only passed a couple of cars, but they were much lower than our 4 wheel drive truck and I don’t think they could have seen anything. I watched as the first can approached to see if Ginger would try to cover up or hide, but she sat tall and proud in the seat. After the second car passed, I asked her how she was doing and she told me she was so wet and horny that she. As she was standing next to him, he did as he did at the VFW and placed his hand between her legs, rubbing his fingers up towards her crotch. Christine let out a little moan as I knew he had hit the spot. She stood there for what seemed like minutes but was probably only about ten seconds and he removed his hand.As she went to the kitchen with his plate Bob said, “That is quite a woman you have there, Jay.”I told him thanks I agreed. After several minutes Christine came back with dessert and. I ran my tongue over her lips and into her mouth. Still no reaction. I pushed my tits and pelvis against hers. Nothing. I took her left hand in my right and put it on my breast, slowly moving it over the nipple. Vanessa didn’t flick an eyelid, while I was shivering with lust. Taking her right hand in my left, I pushed it between my legs, rubbing it over my clit and between my pussy folds. My hands got wet from the rubbing. Still, Vanessa didn’t move. One final move. I took her wet hand, licked.