Do you want Fran first or me?”“Let me start with you.”“Let’s use the picnic table. Eating pussy works better with the lady elevated.” We p...t a towel on the table for me and an outdoor lounge chair pad ready in case Kyle needed to get on his knees for better access to my pussy.“First comes the warm-up. Kiss me on the lips because today I’m your girlfriend you haven’t seen in a month.” I held his head, turning what might have been a one second game of tongue tag into a passionate 30 seconds of. " Then she looked at Laura, which caused her girl to blush. "You need to get your shit together, and drop your dick." Girls," I spoke up, "my husband's not a bad sort. It's not his fault I'm queer." What the fuck does that have to do with a goddam thing? It isn't what we are talking about. I don't care if he is fucking Jesus Christ himself. I don't care if he is better than Ghandi. You are killing him by not coming out, as well as killing yourself."Something about the way Stacey spoke upset me.. I am going to bring you something to eat in a day or two. I'll arrange it through the church. That's the way we have done it in the past. Don't you worry; your friends and family at church will keep you well fed." She patted my arm and gave it a squeeze and then turned to go and I drove away.Lunch was Chipotle and while I was leaving I spotted a Jeep that was just stunning. It was lifted, with large tires, light bar on the top and a winch at the front with a brush guard. I would have preferred. Audrey Simons, if she lived to be one hundred, would never forget that hour. Yet she was so bedazzled by the concept of sharing a bed with someone other than her husband Steve that she couldn't remember even one single moment of that hour. Except for the fact that Bob had taken the trouble to make her cum.On their second visit to the Happy Hills Motel, Audrey told Bob that she was in love with him. Bob had previously heard that from other women du jour but never on a second fuck; it made him.