.. sometime. She frowned. A present? Something twitched in her mind when she tried to remember. There was a vague impression of a cat, but she'd never...had one. She was allergic to cats. It wasn't important, though.At six o'clock she was trying to decide what to have for dinner. Pizza delivery was winning out over leftover macaroni and cheese when the phone rang."Hello?" The cat wants to get out." It was a man's voice, one she didn't recognize. "Can you let her out?"Everything felt suddenly. Wow and was I surprised. My hubby had been replying to emails on my behalf. He'd even posted some topless pictures of me taken when we were on holiday and even one where his dick was hovering over my face and my smiling mouth. Oh my god I was not sure if I was annoyed but I did feel more than a tinge of excitement as I browsed.It was the email exchanges with the butcher’s boys that really blew my mind and got my head spinning. It was an exchange of 5 emails in which the date, time, location of. Suddenly her eyes widened. What the hell were sports doing on TV on Friday morning? A quick check of CNN confirmed her fears. It was 2 o'clock on Sunday afternoon. She cursed out loud. She got up and started to look around the apartment — for some kind of clue or just to relish being alone in her home for once. She still wasn't daring or stupid enough to venture into "his" bedroom. Her room she was familiar with, and the third bedroom had been converted into a dressing room, where her clothing. Only a few inches from theirultimate destination. Her lust driven to the breakingpoint. She feels another droplet running down herthigh.The fingers finally abandon her navel and move down tothe edge of her skirt. A solitary thumb slips betweenthe material and skin. Slowly it starts rounding thecurve off her hip, following the material of her skirtuntil it reaches the zipper. The other hand leaves herbreast to join the other one at the zipper. Her nipple,throbbing, protests at this desertion,.