She had dared to fuck my husband behind my back.. after a few mins of knocking , her voice had ceased to fall on my ears and I heard the clanking of g...tes.. I didn’t care where she went.. I was very angry with her and also with steve now.. I was right.. he had gone to another woman.. i banged my fists against the door, made a mess of the sofa cover and broke down the vase.. after the home looked like someone had barged and messed with it, I sat down feeling helpless and broke down crying.. I. . you made me do it again." Do what?" Lose control ... let the Devil in my body." That's called an orgasm, sweetie. And it wasn't me who did it ... it was you." Me? What are you talking about?" Smell your fingers."Marge cautiously lifted her hands to her face and inhaled. Her expression told Jack all he needed to know -- she smelled her own pussy on her fingers. She blushed."Oh-my-gosh, I couldn't have. Oh no! Oh God, please forgive me!" Now let's go," Jack said, grabbing the preacher's wife's. Instead, I flattened all the tires on his truck and he slept it off in the bar's parking lot. Instead of killing a pair of twenty year old coeds on the way back to their apartment, he'd awake with a stiff neck and a miserable hangover."I'm still wearing that bra," she muttered. "It's uncomfortable."I chuckled and got an elbow in the ribs."Sometimes I don't like you very much, Eddie. Will you please take care of this?"I did, and she thanked me. I slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her in. “I hope he’s home.” I said as I punched number one. When he picked up, I put him on speaker.“Daddy, I need you at the airport,” I said.“Abby?” He wasn’t asking if it was me ... he was asking what I’d done.“I think I’ve been arrested,” I looked at the man ... he looked appalled.“Maybe not, but I need you to be here when I talk to him.” I looked and he nodded.“What did you do?”“I went flying and got bored.”“Ah ... Google?”“Yup.”“Looped it?”“Uh huh, and some other stunts.”“Twenty minutes.”“Thanks,.