I kept telling myself, no, this isn’t what Marge wants me to believe. Still I walked her inside and we found an empty room. The room was pretty nice... oriental rugs, a bunch of old Chinese vases, expensive looking wax flowers. I couldn’t think of a better place to find out my wife might be cheating on me.We got inside and both sat down. I looked at Marge, “Ok, what gives?”“I’m sorry Jeremy. I thought, well I thought maybe you knew.”“Knew what?”“If I tell you, you’ll promise not to say where you. "I'm going to sit and watch carefully for pointers."No one got the slightest impression she was joking.Allie was happy that everyone said her butt looked terrific in the jeans she wore. But she should have gone for a flatter, fatter behind if she could have changed them during the ride home.Shelly was still in a tube dress – and she made in clear that she wore nothing else as soon as Sarah had pulled out from in front of the house. She also made it clear she wasn't kidding about using Adam for. Gestures of approval responding to the emotional pleasure, twisting and jerking, wriggling and pushing, moving her hips in a rhythm of impulsive movements and involuntary thrusts, the tenderness of sensuous lips, the warmth of his mouth exploring her inner sanctum, breathing in the warm secretions of sexual arousal, an eager tongue moving in mystifying circles, bathing the urethra, sweeping between the delicate petals and teasing the pulsating glands, dancing playfully over the swollen hood,. Her body jerked a little as she felt a gentle pressure further down, and his fingers splayed over her ass cheek, moaning as she felt his thumb rubbing that dark little star she'd finally begged for him to pay attention to. Her whimper was sharp as his mouth lifted from her clit, his tongue rubbing down, fluttering against her opening, and her eyes closed on pleasure as the arm that weighted her down shifted, his thumb circling the nubbin as his tongue dipped in, scooping their cum from her.