" Oh-oh!"I made copies of it all and I've hidden them." I'm a dead man!"Things are going to be different between us, but you are going to put these on..."I hung up my towel and took the panties from her, but then I rushed out of the room and locked myself in the bedroom. I crawled under the covers on our bed and curled up in a ball. I needed time to think. She couldn't be lying. She could have just left me and filed for divorce, so she must want something from me. The answer must be in the files. When everything was dried she told me to get dressed while she did her makeup and dressed.My outfit was laid out on the bed for me. It consisted of a black lacy bustier with 6 long garters. Black silk stockings, black lace panties and a black micro mini dress that when I put it on it clung to my body like a glove. The hem was so short that it did not even come down to my stocking tops.I was strapping on a pair of 5 inch black high heels when Susan came back into the bedroom. She was wearing a. Randy felt it too, and took the opportunity toslip first one, and then two fingers from her puss intothe little rosebud of her anus.“You nasty little fucker,” Trisha gasped as she began toslide down from her climax.Redoubling his efforts, Randy managed to elicit asurprised moan from Trish’s full lips as he played herbody like a violin, stretching every nerve taught untilit sang out with pleasure. He could tell that hisfingers in her ass were a new sensation for the darkhaired. When they were gone, I thought about one of the chairs, but decided to sit on the swing. I didn't think I could take seeing Maggie and George together on the swing anymore that day. To be honest, I wasn't sure I could bear to see them together on it, again -- ever. I knew for sure that I would never get her nude image out of my dreams. Her ripe melons with pink buds that I could almost taste. Her dark hair curling around her womanly treasures that I would give anything to sink my tongue into.I.