”“Fine,” Mercedes said and darted to me. The eighteen-year-old girl pressed her nubile body against me, her pale-beige skin contrasting with my ...ale-olive hue. “It was awesome!”Jill unfastened the mom jeans she was wearing, saying, “So I followed your suggestion...”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jill Daniels story...“You are really bringing another woman into our bed?” my husband asked as I led him blindfolded up the stairs by the cock, my large breasts swaying and bobbing. “Mmm, happy birthday,”. “Ain’t never been to a hotel room with a married guy.”“You’re the youngest married woman I’ve ever been with,” he said.Yeah, I know, I’m Wife #2. Wife #1 has not a clue about what she gave up. She didn’t see what I see.We parked the car and went into the hotel. I stood there like a good little wife, holding my bag while Bill attended to getting us checked in.I’m starting to get BUTTERFLIES! Bill and I have been making love for two years now and I’m getting butterflies just thinking about him. Mostpeople used that phrase in a figurative sense, but in Cheryl's case, itwould also be the literal truth...or so she hoped.She was holding hands with Lisa Gibbs, Miss Kansas, a statuesquebrunette. They were the two remaining contestants for the title of MissAmerica 2012. The flood of emotions threatened to overwhelm her; she kepttelling herself to focus, and to breathe. But she couldn't stop thethoughts racing through her head:....even to make it this far is fantastic, a wonderful honor...but. There was a big sofa, red of course, and a couple big chairs in the same color. They were large, almost like love seats or something, and any two of us could have sat together on one, so long as we didn't mind snuggling up close to each other. There was an old stereo, but it had a CD player and Mark had brought the CD case out of the truck. They looked like books with plastic sleeves to hold the CD's. Daddy had put the covers in there too, so he'd know what the people singing looked like, I.