Pour myself coffee. The paper is good quality and when I bring it to my nose and sniff there is the faintest hint of cinnamon and I know it is from Hi....Carefully, I open the envelope. Tipping the contents onto the old oak of the kitchen table. There is a letter and a plain black card inside. Perhaps an invitation of some sort?The letter is handwritten rather than typed. The writing looping and ornate."My dear Miss Walsh,It is strange to be writing this letter when it feels that I already know. It was only a half-hour or so out of a lifetime, and then he would be committed to keep his promise because once they had done it they were equally guilty and she could tell his wife. Innocently, Sally believed that Lauralee must be the reason for driving John Blodgett to proposition another woman.His wife was beautiful and aristocratic, but perhaps there was something lacking sexually. Only why did he want her, then, when she couldn't even satisfy Ray, her own husband! No, she couldn't go. He moved his hands down to my ass and cupped both cheeks, squeezing them hard. I decided that I had enough."Rodney, I need you to fuck me." I said in his ear."Sure baby girl, we'll head out in a bit..."I cut him off. "No. Right now. I need it now, Rodney. Please." I begged. He studied me and grabbed my hand as he lead me off of the dance floor. I pulled my skirt down as much as I could with my free hand but was sure that a small part of my ass cheek was still showing. Rodney looked for the. Mary's body convulsing her legs shook and wildly flew,Mom smiled noticing Dad's balls were about to turn blue.Even at this point Mary didn't notice a thingAs Mom bent Dad over and began to finger his ringShe tugged on his cock to his very great pleasure,After a few seconds he spewed forth cum in unknowable measure.Dad blew on the carpet and all over the floor,As Mom kept on jerking some shot out the doorShooting up to the ceiling it went in her hairHe came on some panties and over.