"You got cat's-eyes, nigger? Hey, Herschell, this nigger's got some cat's-eyes. Got a nice set, too."Herschell yelled back angrily, "Are you kiddin' m...? "C'mon, man, we ain't got time for that. We're gonna miss tickets for the game tonight. Cut the crap and get movin'. C'mon!"JB stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at Stepper with a mean smile. "Them your cat's-eyes, boy? Huh? They belong to you?" Yeah," Stepper said politely, starting to get up. "They's mine." Well, they ain't yours. When I got to the part about Wendy being double fucked by Peter and an occasional boyfriend, I saw the same look in Mary's eyes that I had seen in Sally's at this point in the story. I now recognised it as pure lust. “Wow! I'd really like to be fucked like that.” “That's exactly what Sally said. Think about having it happen tomorrow.” Actually, it was not exactly what Sally had said because she specified Peter and me fucking her, but it was pretty close.When I got home I slipped off my shoes. All the time he was looking everywhere except at me. The lad's name was Trevor and he finally agreed to take the job. He said he'd be along each weekend but didn't know which day as it depended on what else he was doing. That didn't bother me and the excitement of him just turning-up and getting a thrill just looking at me, perhaps without me even knowing, made my pussy tingle a bit.I took him to see the grass cutter and left him to it. About an hour later he came to the back door to tell me. My only regret is how it negatively affected my relationship with Joyce. It was before I married, by the way.”“As if THAT put an end to your antics!”“OK, Miss Opportunity,” I replied.“I suppose I don’t have any room to talk, do I?”“It’s very easy, in hindsight, to see our mistakes. But if we spend all our time dwelling on them, we’ll never move forward.”“So, was I a mistake?”“No, of course not. Was I?”“No.”“I have no regrets, Melanie.”“Nor do I. Did you talk to Samantha?”“She doesn’t have any.