Akin to make-up sex, fucking somone you’ve previously felt nothing but hatred for, is indeed a heady mix.That feeling is heightened, when my eyes ar... drawn to the shaking photo of a woman on John’s desk. You wouldn’t be smiling if you could see where your husband’s cock is right now! I smirk to myself. I know it’s a bitchy thought, but she’s a vital chess piece in all of this. Without her, I’m not sure any of this would work…As I continue to focus on her, the feeling of her man’s fat cock. Their words seemed to dwindle but the time they spent gazing into each other's eyes lengthened. Soon the words ran out and as the cowboy gently placed his hand on her thigh, he leaned in for a kiss.His lips were soft as rose petals and they gently caressed her lips, over and over. His free hand moved to the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. His tongue started to explore her mouth and she sighed in surrender.She put her hand on his shirt as she leaned into him. His hand moved higher up. She read my mind, and offered her right arm bringing me against her. She held the phone in her left hand, and brought it across her body to her right ear so I could hear. Being so close to Janet was intoxicating. I could smell the vanilla shampoo in her hair and the slight scent of perfume. The way she held the phone pushed her breasts up and together, giving me a spectacular vantage point of her cleavage again.The phone call started as expected. He wanted to check up on her, make sure she had. "That Friday evening, Denise was just finishing some housework when the phone rang."Hi, Denise?" It was Susan."Hiya, Susan! How are you? Everything okay?" replied Denise, happy to hear her voice. The young woman had come to mean a lot to her, after all."Fine, fine. Elaine and I just wondered if you'd like to come over..."Denise grinned. "Just come over, huh? Sure. D'you want me to bring anything? Supper perhaps?"Denise heard a giggle from the other end of the phone. "Rather depends on what you.