"Oh darling, Carol isn't angry with you!" she said, hunching down to stroke his massive head, her tight green shorts pulling too snugly against the se...sitive soreness up between her thighs. She straightened up and slipped on a loose, over-blouse. In a way, she was sorry now that she'd asked Mark Cannon for dinner... but how could she have known that this was ever going to happen?Sultan rose to his feet and lovingly brushed against her. The feel of his heavy body rubbing hotly along her thigh. My fingers make their way down. I'm so wet and not just because of the shower. I can feel the warm slippery juices flowing from my pussy. My fingers penetrate inside, in and out while still pinching my nipple with my other hand. I go back to playing with my clit now that my fingers are lubricated. I fall against the shower wall moaning. I can feel the pulsing increasing as my breathing gets faster. I imagine what it would be like to take Donnie to bed, how big his cock is, what it looks like,. “Okay,” Marilyn began. “This I will tell you that I told her. You have your dad’s phone number including area code. It might be wise to have it written down. Things can slip your memory in emergencies. If this guy gets worse, if he does anything that can’t be covered up, even if he does something he can excuse but that scares either of you shitless, call your dad. Call him collect if necessary. Get to a friend’s house or a pay phone. Call him. You know when he’s home?”“Yeah, and that’s one. It can be a dead giveaway.” She’s never short on advice, I thought to myself, but I quickly understood as I now paid attention to the clacking they made.As I continued to nervously walk around the kitchen, I heard Tiffany walking in. She not only looked sexy in heels, she sounded sexy in heels. “Calm down, Sweetie. You’re going to be fine. Let me pour you a small scotch. Have I let you down yet?”I smiled, walked over, and gave her a big hug. “No, you haven’t let me down. I’m so thankful.