I really am! I don’t know what more I can say. I don’t know that I can make it up to you.”“I’d say buy me a drink, but you’re married, so ...hat’s out. Too bad, really. You’re cute.”I chuckled, “Thanks. And if you do want that drink, just let me know.”“I do NOT help guys cheat!” she said firmly. “No way!”“First of all, I hadn’t suggested anything other than having that drink. Second. I don’t cheat, either. And third, you aren’t twenty-one.”“So why buy a college girl a drink if you aren’t trying. ”After a silence, Margo said, “Well, I’m kind of a barnacle on the side of your marriage so I thought I should pay for my own stuff. I contribute by sometimes buying the food for all of us. I also buy some of your lunches at work, Luke.”Before I could respond Mindy said, “I am not a gold digger. I didn’t want you to see all the stuff I buy when you pay the credit card bill, so I just don’t use your card. I worry that you’d think a lot of it frivolous. Besides, I still worry that our marriage. He kept flicking my clit, batting my little nub as he lapped through my folds. He groaned again, his tongue growing in confidence. He attacked my pussy with boyish enthusiasm. His youthful passion sent rapture fluttering through my body over and over.Giving me what I craved. What that whore Vicky Samuels received from her nephew Clint in the classroom next door.“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, humping against his mouth. “Just like that. Ooh, I love it. You’re doing so great at it. Ooh, yes.”“I am?”. Every once in a while someone would sigh. Eventually we started getting chilly, so Marsha and Annie squeezed onto the couch with Bill and Frank. Tom and I covered them up with the big quilt, then grabbed another blanket, which we wrapped around each other and sat on the floor by their legs, facing each other with our legs interwoven.I felt the blanket moving, and saw that Annie had reached over to Bill's crotch and was stroking. Soon enough, Frank reached over to play with Annie's tits. .