“Thanks for going to lunch with me, Kayla. I’m so sorry. My husband acted like a jerk at the party and I want to apologize for him.”“Forget it... Sally. He was just being a guy who had one too many. Happens all the time. No big deal.”I really never noticed how beautiful Kayla was until I saw her laugh. I work with her every day and I guess I’m used to seeing her covered up in normal clothes. Even though she wasn’t dressed like a Christmas tree ornament, she still turned heads. She seemed unaware. " "I want to stay here always and let you all fuck me and use me."Suddenly the cock in my ass erupted as I too was pushed over the edge andstarted cumming. I was also rewarded with a shot of cum in my mouth andfelt another splashing the side of my wide smiling face. There I was, splayed on the table, grinning and mad eyed,because I had found my nirvana. I was in heaven, and began rubbing their cum all over myself,ramming my fingers deep into my own ass. Vainly trying to feed myself with the. Only this time it was different...the lady who greeted me at the door, was now sixtey nining the parking lot slut...my fantasy grew lucid and lusty...the two women, were aggresive with eachother, slapping, spitting, biting, playing tug of war with eachother's tongues, and sweet sensual long kisses...between the two of them...I then relaxed myself to regain my composure, and slowly assembled back into reality...my pulse elevated, bedroom eyes...I looked at myself in a bathroom mirror shortly. His chin quivered as Cindirose and took him by the hand.She explained, "This will help me to get over my residual fear of you,Rita. It will be good therapy for me. And I'm sure it will help you toget in touch with your less aggressive side." She gave his fingers asqueeze. "Don't you agree?"Trying not to choke on the lies he was telling, and remembering to keephis voice high and soft, he told her, "I'm sure it will be good for bothof us. I'm sorry for what I did to you and how I mistakenly.