I’ll have to work on it. Now this is our little secret? Right!”I replied, “Right.”At the dinner table I must have been daydreaming about Racha...l changing her clothes because Mom asked me what I was smiling at my sister about. I quickly told her that I was looking at the wall behind Rachael and remembered drawing on it with my crayons when I was a kid. Lucky save! Rachael kicked me gently under the table and glared at me. The rest of dinner went well and then Mom told us to do the dishes.. Phil’s friend had an arena with a barrel course set up for his teenage daughter. I was having a hard time sitting in the saddle, my pussy and ass were still sore from the workout Phil’s friends gave me yesterday. But, the soreness will go away and I’ll be fine. My family have arrived in Vegas and Mom is here this morning giving me pointers and Phil is giving me moral support. As the morning passes, I am feeling more confident that I can, indeed, win. Mom is out in the arena watching us. But what the hell, we all go through life with our Walter Mitty complexities, being something we are not, such as I, being a faithful wife, on the surface and a stranger's cum slut, like now, aching for a dirty fuck on the last train home.I pull the elastic edge of my red panties to the side and look at my smooth and beautifully contoured pussy, an organ of exquisite pleasure that can only be given or taken in equal amounts, who cares how a man accesses it, I can be a whore or a victim, it's my. She had taken control, changing Greg instead of letting him change her, and the two of them were now happy together.With Jeff, Brit, Greg, and Allison having a wonderful time, he wondered whether it was the same with Lissa. She had seemed cheerful and bubbly at Christmas, so maybe she was enjoying herself just as much.One afternoon after Allison went out to the mailbox, she returned with a letter from Lissa. Greg was sitting in his office when Allison opened the door and slipped in, the letter.