"You're wrong." I whispered back. Damon's hand went to my inner thighs under the sun dress I bought but never worn until now, and I flinched. He pulle... away before I could even feel his fingers. He put his hand up in front of my face "Am I still wrong?" He said. I looked at his hand in astonishment. His fingers were wet. Liquid was slowly running down to his palm. I'm wet. No, I'm soaked. I hadn't even noticed. I've never been wet before. No man has ever been able to make me wet, nor make me. It was keeping me quite keyed up and wanting more, but I hadn't heard from either of the girls.Then on the third day, I was relaxing at home watching some movies when I heard a light knocking. I went to see who was there and there stood Jia wish a sheepish look on her face, wearing a denim skirt and button up blouse. I invited her in of course and we sat down. I was nervous as she seemed uncomfortable. I hoped she wasn't regretting our fun a few days ago, or had told anyone.We started with. I was honored that she would mention such things to me. She began, Its not so great having a life of straight missionary sex, no touching or foreplay, a few maybe up to thirty seconds of animal lust and Jim would pull his skinny little prick out of me and roll off me and go to sleep. Many times throughout my marriage I would slip my hands down between my legs after Jim went to sleep. Id manipulate myself to get a little pleasure out of it. After hearing this, my horny mind got to wandering as. “Shit!” I said. “Found him dead, or didn’t find him at all.”“Not sign one, not even tracks leading away,” he said. “It’s like he wasn’t even in the Dodge. Are you available to come to town?”“Why?”“To collect his outfit ... and tell us what’s missing ... and maybe explain the bricks.”He grinned at that.I blushed.“You see, ah ... fuck ... he didn’t ask me to go. I didn’t Want to go ... I had things I needed to get done ... but he didn’t know that. And he didn’t ask the kids ... both David and.