“I went out.” “You were out all night!” “No I wasn’t. For your information, and I recall you not being available just the other night and ...on’t appreciate your badgering me. But just so you know where I was … I went out with Cassie. We had a couple drinks and flirted with some guys and then went home. Now where the hell were you?” “I … I …..” “I thought so. I hope she was good, because I think we’re finished Evan.” “No! Jill you don’t …” “Oh, I understand all right. Good bye, Evan, and please. Plump, smooth, or meticulously manicured cunts offered as split, juiced, fruit for the vista of tumescent, swollen poles that thrust demandingly forth from every male groin. A vision of nymphs and satyrs all conjoined in a heaving, thrusting, moaning, screaming, pleasure-sheened, mass of limbs and body parts. She'd dived into the morass, almost literally, filled her hands and mouth with hard shafts and purring pussies. Found the twin fuck holes between her wide-flung thighs taken and tended,. Lunch was sandwiches and cake laid out on the table, I was famished and filled a plate and sat on one of the easy chairs on either side of the fireplace. Agnes busied herself opening the wine and poured two generous measures in glass, then sat on the other armchair opposite me raising her glass with a, "Down the hatch" and taking a big swig. She was nicely dressed, (by her standards) although I swear the dress she had on was not only much shorter and revealing, but again one or two sizes too. She gave me that beautiful woman smile that says she knows exactly what’s going through your head. Her hand lingered in mine and reluctantly I let it go. I didn’t want to get into trouble with my host. I could tell by the frozen smile on my wife’s face that I was already in trouble with her.Tony then took Marissa’s arm and led her toward a group of men smoking cigars. It didn’t seem too important whether I followed or not, but I knew that if I stayed back with his girlfriend I would get into.