It would start lightly, a little emphasis here and there when describing something a husband had done, causing much hilarity amongst them. Then it wou...d quickly become a competition to one-up each other about how awful their husbands were and how badly they screwed things up.Each story would be interrupted by screeches of laughter at a mean comment that one of them would chip in, and the mood would seem to get even nastier as each new raconteur took up a tale.Thank god for children, as it was. She was wearing the business suit she'd worn on the plane. Camel colored, it was a coat over a white blouse and a skirt."E.Z., I'm a good wife. My husband's the only man I've had." I didn't say anything. She walked to the window to stare out at the street below. She turned back toward me. "I want to be someone else for a few days." Who do you want to be?" I asked.She grinned sexily. "I'll pick a name from one of your stories." She thought for a second. "Just call me Becky. I want to do things. 5 inch cock. When I told her to suck it- I knew she wouldn’t be able to take him all the way back her throat. I struggle at the best of times- the poor girl had no chance with the rock hard erection he had from the threesome underway. I knew that J has always had a fantasy about having a double blow job so I joined F to help her suck his cock. I let her slip her tongue around his head whilst I teased and licked his balls. From my position I had a great angle to watch her working his incredible. Being with you has been momentous, shaking the dullness out of my Saturday afternoon and to think Thomas’s description for you was, quote, ‘As dull as a gray sky and she’s determined to keep her legs locked.’ ‘Hit Thomas for me Miller and then explained to me what he meant.’ ‘Perhaps I’ll bypass both of those requests Miss Horsely. I’m wondering if you are the Daughter of the Devil reincarnated?’ ‘Oooh, you surprise me Bozo.’ ‘Bozo is not my nickname. It’s a title Al uses when he can’t remember.