I know even with that we may not make it together... but I also know I need you. You Susan... I want you... I... I love you. Do you hear me? I love yo.... I want us to be... 'us' again."I was stunned. I hadn't expected this. Of everything that had happened since the accident, this was the one thing I was sure I'd never hear from John. Yet... here he was, holding me in his arms, looking into my eyes, telling me he needed me, that he loved me... that he wanted me. Me... his cheating slut of a. My itch was turning into arousal. With my imagination providing the visuals I got back into my comfy chair, closed my eyes and lifted my dress. As I edged around my swollen pubes I pictured Marcy on her back, legs wide and heels clenched around Jason’s hairy, thrusting buttocks. My imaginary Jason had a good thick cock just right for a brawny fireman-lumberjack.I was at the edge, ready to pop, when the sound of the outer door once again propelled me from my chair. This was getting old.“Dammit,. 'Cum on them.''Really?''Yes, I want you to. I want to make you cum on my breasts.' She opened her eyes to see David, arms locked, staring down at her as he continued to thrust into her. She smiled, pushing his wet hair out of his face, and then she was reaching down, holding his balls. David's eyes closed at her touch and she felt him flex inside her and she knew he was close.'Pull out when you're ready,' she said, louder to be heard over the rain and the thunder that was rolling closer,. 'Hi', I jumped, his sudden appearance jolted me back to my senses, 'looking for company', he continued, knowing fine well women like me were always looking for company?I did not answer him, there was no need to, this bar was suggested to me by another woman, 'The men there knew what we need', she told me, 'and some of them are hung like donkeys', I swallowed hard at the thought, 'ask for Brian, say Lulu recommended, he will know'.Women passing on fuck information to other women, how times have.