At some time Maryanne and someone else helped me into our car, and Maryanne drove us home. The sun was just coming up on New Year’s day when we were...getting out of the car.I don’t remember getting into bed, but remember waking up late in the afternoon with Maryanne curled up by my side. After we had freshened up we returned to bed. She put her head on my chest and started to say she was so sorry, she was such a bad girl, etc., etc., and even started to cry a little. We had been through scenes. "Susan, I am sorry that you got caught up in this. And I will give youback your ring," he replied."Good." I smiled, but then he continued."But I'm not sorry that I did it. It has meant that Donna and I are closerthan ever and a few sacrifices are worth it."I was astounded. "Sacrifices, what sacrifices?! I'm the one who has had togo through all this. What sacrifices have you made?" I was getting mad nowand my voice had gone up an octave."Calm down Susan. I'm only telling it how it is. The. S.A. beauty pageant two years ago, so she already had the experience of working in front of a camera. And speaking of beautiful, no one fit the bill better than she did. Her 32C breasts were quite firm, even for a 23 year old. Her brown bedroom eyes, long dark hair, and lightly bronzed skin, thanks to her Italian ancestry, gave an exotic air to her appearance. On the morning of her jog, Jenna wore the usual attire - gray tank top cropped short above her navel, a sports bra, windbreaker jacket,. She feels my finger circle her clit, lightly... slowly. Her mouth is dry... it is hard now to breathe normally.I press down, harder. "Oh! oh!" "Shhhh...." I say. With my other hand, I turn the page, rubbing against her hard nipple. She continues reading aloud, in a breathy, in an entirely out of rhythm whisper. Others are nearby. can they tell? "Oh, please. Please stop..." "Read here..." "Oh, stop, please..." Her protestations grow more shallow and weak. "Close your eyes for a moment." I say..