"I really believe you're jealous, Pete," I said.It was no holds barred with Pete who replied that he wouldn't mind, if I got tired with Martha. I got ... bit angry with that remark; my contention was she wasn’t a slut!"No way," I assured, "Martha does it for me, I don't want to spoil a good thing having your mushy hands all over her."In my mind I couldn't wait to enjoy the pleasures of Martha. On the phone she asked how I would like her, and I suggested that her tight black mini skirt would be in. I continued my kissing and sucking from his face down to his throat. I moan fiercely now while he continued to rub his face, my right hand slid and caught hold of his hot erect cock and began to press it he was fascinated to my left boob. He kissed on it madly and licked it several times then he played with my nipples with the tip of his tongue often he moved the tip of his tongue as if scratching the tip on my nipples. I was observing his plays happily deriving pleasures to me then he took one. That is so out of character for her. Then, she told me how you rescued her. Quite a story." Life is full of surprises."She whispered, "Speaking of which, Anna, the blond with Brandon, has her eye on you. Be careful." I noticed her attention. She has bad timing. Cynthia is more than I can handle at the moment."The evening came to an end. We had a choice of joining a group for a late night snack or breakfast, whatever one called it. I hated to be a party pooper, but I'd rather be at home with. Why do I need to know the process for refining oil into gas and in such detail? People already do that and they don’t think I need to know or there would be a class I could take. What do you mean what am I going to do if the world goes to crap? It already is crap and I guarantee I won’t be trying to refine oil into gas at that point. Why would I care that there’s a special sheetrock for bathroom’s, wet room’s, sauna’s, and any place that’s going to get steamy or wet. I’m not going to install.