“Such a wife! Such wonderful wives, in every best sense of the term,” David praised Andrea, making her blush.“It’s my fault. I’ll go,” Orv...lle Watts, the former bank manager insisted, “I could use the fresh air, anyway. I’m really sorry for getting this whole mess started up. On the upside, my colossal dumpster fire of a marriage is over for sure. I’ll never speak to that rotten cunt again. You’re a very lucky man, David. Not all wives are that great, let alone that plentiful.”“What ... what is. In answering my questions she would forget thatshe was going to get after me. Other times I would pick a mundanetime like during breakfast to ask her when her breasts developedor when she got her period. She was just liberated enough to tryto answer but would get all flustered.There was a certain method to my madness. Even at the tender ageof twelve I sensed that being so open with others would excite andarouse them and I think I even hoped that they would reciprocate.Perhaps I got that idea. NOTHING! The damned thingwouldn't start! I popped the hood, lifted it and looked inside. Not thatI could do anything, I wouldn't know a carbeurator from a fluxcapicitor!I stood there in total panic! I didn't have the money for a tow, oreven a cab home, living 35 miles away. Then a very masculine voice said"Having problems honey?" I jumped in surprise, but recognized the voiceas one of the regulars of the ABS, Steve, a man I had often had thepleasure of blowing."Let me have a look," he said as. She amplified the feeling he instilled. Her ankle twitched. She bit inside her cheek. She impelled her self onto Ned's cock. She refused to be used, insistent that she pleasured Ned and not that he simply pleasured himself inside of her.He was grunting, having gripped her by both hips as he reddened her ass with his hips. He kept telling her she was amazing, a mantra punctuated with the slap of flesh. Her breath hitched and stuttered. His breath quickened and heated.Betty's hand curled, her.