Those doubts, damned doubts... About the ending, I'm not a writer, so I can't give you one, only some ideas.She stayed with the guy from Thursday to S...nday; like the husband asked, was it the first time? I don't believe so. Now I have to confess that I'm not a saint and when I had girlfriends if I did something like that, I would be running to my house on the first night, before the morning came (perhaps it's my catholic upbringing, I don't know) or my feelings of guilt would destroy me. If I. He had made himself scarce at the party, after our initial confrontation. Maybe I had judged him unfairly, after all Ashley must see something in him. I unlocked the door, opened it and flipped on the kitchen light. Obviously I was the first one home. I opened the fridge and poured myself an iced tea, walked into the family room and sat down. It was nice to have complete silence, it had been an exhausting day, both physically and mentally. I leaned back on the sofa, closed my eyes enjoying the. It would be tough, though. One good thing about spoiled rich girls ... they have great taste in clothes, even when cut off and no longer able to afford them,” Janine spoke with a distinctly foreign accent.“Where are you from, anyway?” I was curious, given what graced my ears, “anyway, I think that I can achieve this for you, somehow. Maybe not right away, but in time to avert disaster for you.”“Orange Free State, South Africa. Yes, this accent is because my first language is Afrikaans. Zulu. Daring to go a step further, I reached out and cupped her other cheek. "Can you hold on a moment, please," Kelly said to the caller. Damn, I crossed the line, I thought. End of the show. I was wrong. Kelly covered the phone with her hand and whispered to me, "Both hands," then continued with her call. I must be dreaming, I thought to myself, but I wasn't going to stop until Kelly said so. For several minutes I softly massaged, rubbed, and patted Kelly's ass and hips. She softly gasped and got.