Now I go to the drawer, where I decide to wear a thong under my skirt.I consider going braless, but I did that once, and I was reprimanded by Edith be...ause my nipples poke out without one. I wondered at the time if she's a prude or if she was getting excited and didn't want to admit it.I select a bra with thin fabric, through which my nipples can still display their bumps when they are hard. I put everything on and look at myself in the mirror. Everything is smart looking but shows my body. Betty was worried. Something was wrong. She jumped into her little red car and drove over to Karen's house. When she got there, she understood. Matt Williams BMW was parked in the driveway! Karen was seeing Matt. Betty was unsure if she should be mad or not. She was having a relationship with a man, why shouldn't the woman she USED to be married to. In this reality, there was no marriage. Even if there had been, the husband was the man with Karen. Betty drove slowly back to her apartment. She. So I looked around and dropped to my knees, my face onto her crotch as she did a slight squat. Oliver had emptied his nuts into her and there was a lot to suck up. When she had enough, she just pushed me away, brushed her sun dress down and went into the store. We continued the ride; this time Oliver was busy driving his own van.We finally arrived at Jacksonville and picked up the motor home. Oliver hooked his van in tow and all of us climbed on the motor home, to start the ride back to. .. driving her to the very edge of orgasm....... and then stopping. Each time the sensations stopped, they left her hanging in the black nothingness moaning her frustration.Then the voices began. Were they auditory hallucinations? Or was someone speaking to her? What were they saying? What were they asking? Angela concentrated with all her might on the voice that was just beyond the veil of silence. Then she could hear it. "Do you want relief? Do you want to cum?" Yes, yes," she.