Just right.” I said, with a grin on my face. Then she surprised me. She got up on the bed, still clutching her pussy, and motioned me lay down on m... back. I did so, then she got in a position where my dick was practically staring her in the face, and her pussy at mine. She then put her mouth on me, and started bobbing her head up and down. I had gone a bit softer since she shouted at me, but I soon got back to my original stiffness. I lopped and lopped her pussy, tasting her sweet, yet salty. ’ I thought about it for a few seconds, and said, ‘It’s good he wasn’t raised on a farm near Floyd’s Knobs, Indiana.’ Sarah laughed, ‘Or near Intercourse, Pennsylvania.’ We continued our banter until we reached the road. Sarah said, ‘Let’s go left toward the creek.’ To the left, the narrow dirt road sloped gently down to a small bridge across the creek, through a valley, and ascended more steeply up the other side. It was deeply wooded on both sides of the road. The tops of many tall trees grew. She looked away towards the garden near us, moving her chair out slowly, she stood up and walked to the edge of the veranda near me. ‘So Grant, my husband, he ah… won’t be that much longer,’ she looked down at her hand, it was only now I noticed what had been gnawing at me this whole time, her wedding ring was gone. She shrugged her shoulders, a fake laugh, as if to convince herself it was all one big joke, ‘Fuck. I. I broke it off with him, I’m divorcing the piece of shit’. I noticed she was. It seemed only courteous to join in, so Lucy began on the ribbons of her stays. Before her gown was undone, she heard a whoop and a splash as a newly naked Betty jumped into the baths.As Antoine slid into the water more decorously, Lucy rather shyly slipped off her shift and entered the pool. “It’s lovely and warm,” Betty called across with no inhibitions whatsoever.“What if we get caught?” Lucy hissed.“Oh, there’s no one around,” Betty consoled her. “I was assured that it would be safe enough.