Would you like to take a shower?” I nodded. To my surprise she helped me undress, undoing the buttons of my shirt, and unzipping my fly of my pants....I removed them. I was rock hard. She pulled her short dress down revealing a pair of nice white thong panties. "Would you like to touch my panties?" She asked With out even thinking I reached down and slipped my finger up against her gusset. I'll be damned if it wasn't wet with her own fluids. My finger slipped right between those little petals.. Being a bad wife I started to go threw them. Most of his email where email to black guys, trying to set them up to do his wife, (me) and he was talking to a lot of different guys. He had sent pic of me dress out to them too. They had return some pic showing how well built they where. and some really where huge. But most all of them wanted proof he was real and wanted to talk to me on the phone to prove I was real or they wanted him to send a pic of me holding some sign saying what they wanted. ” Elizabeth’s was finding it hard to concentrate as Miss Bentner berated Emma. She looked at the 24-year-old and realised that she was actually smiling at her, as was Emma. It was only a few seconds later Elizabeth realised the smiles were because quite absentmindedly she was rubbing her bottom. Miss Bentner asked, “Have you been to the school today Mrs Carson? I’m guessing you have quite a few weals on your bottom.” Elizabeth blushed but knew she would be forced to explain what happened, so. I had been part of the wedding, a fairly important part. I had negotiated all of that with my enemy. Was he still my enemy? I would have to say that he no longer was. And then there was the woman, his woman: that was a totally different matter, which I truly had not realized until just now.We had arrived for dinner at 6:00 p.m. We’d been greeted enthusiastically, and apparently sincerely happy for us, by the group; and then, we’d eaten. Boy had we. The food, roast beef mainly, was truly great..