Her pussy already glistened a bit and was trimmed very short and neatly. I still can recall the faint but wonderful scent of her vagina. She willingly...let me spread her legs and I kissed each of her ankles and calves lightly while my fingers teased her upper legs.She began a subtle moaning and her breathing clearly became deeper. I started tracing my tongue up her inner thighs, long swipes on one then the other. Sarah sighed, then moaned louder and I lightly flicked my tongue on her clit. ... you are acting a little strange lately... Always calling me from work... Asking what I am doing...."I thought it was best for me to leave... so I excused myself and jumped in the car and drove home. I laughed in myself.. what a fucking bitch... she was giving her husband a real hard time... I had to find out if her sister was successful screwing him... If he did screw her, I don't think he would ask his wife anymore questions.... Well.... I might take a detour home and see if the redhead is. .. he said to me that I should write a book. Now at first this caused me to laugh. But as we talked a bit more I became intrigued with the idea of commiting some of my adventures to writing. So after some thought, I decided it might be worth a lark. So here we go. I'll give it a shot and if I get good feedback, I'll continue. If not, nothing lost anyway. These stories will not be in any chronological order but rather just what I happen to recall or feel like sharing on any given day. I hope. He obviously did not know that she was at home, but he knew that both her husband and Jane were also not at home.At first she felt fear, but then she felt angry that someone could try to steal from her home, so she took a large knife and went silently to stand beside the kitchen door.The thief managed to open the door, but as he came into the room, Marie screamed and swung the knife at him. It was not clear which of them was more frightened, but the thief did not wait to see what else she might.