Women?" she asked, hating herself for asking, yet feeling a great need to know the truth.John was dialing Dr. Gladstone's office and the receptionist ...nswered just as his wife asked the volatile question. He held up a hand as if to ward Argie off, then pointed to the phone.Argie crossed her arms and although fuming, remained quiet, preferring to speak to his so-called therapist."John Franck, calling," he said, "I have an emergency..." Damn right you've got an emergency," Argie muttered, not. Suddenly the light poured out, coating her pale bedraggled form in the warmth and comfort that was to be had within. It was not warm out there on the edge of the porch but the imagery from within made her shiver harder as she stood there. She was soaked right through to her stockings and the brief white panties that she wore. The pucker of her large jutting nipples pressed right through the satin bra she wore and the thin summer dress that was completely unsuitable for the early winter months.. Again, getting faster and faster.I was still between your legs pulling your cunt lips apart with my thumbs, spreading your wet hole open for your admirers to see. All thought of my hard cock had gone. I was focused on you, you little slut, laying there naked wanking two cocks and showing everyone how wet you were.All of a sudden Mr Long shuddered, a stream of warm wet white spunk shot from the end of his cock, landing mainly in the sand, but some covered your bare shoulders.You released his. “Jennifer, start talking. Now!” Melanie said.“Steve, you are a consummate asshole!” Jennifer growled.“Jesus Jennifer!” Melanie retorted. “The guy loves you more than his own life and you talk to him like that because he cares for you? What the fuck is going on? Snap out of it right the fuck now! Do you hear me?”I began to question the wisdom of even calling Melanie in the first place. I hadn’t told her what had happened; just that Jennifer was upset and not talking. Jennifer didn’t say.