“Married for 18 years. Two children. A career. You’ve had more life experience than everyone in the room Mrs. Jackson.” He pulled the biography ...own and looked her in the eyes, “Why the sudden change? Honestly the Mrs. America pageant seems beneath your qualifications.” He scratched his chin again as he squinted towards her, “You don’t seem to be the Mrs. America type.”“Type?” Katie was puzzled. Her body was already preparing her for a letdown. Her brain quickly assumed he was already telling. "Now thrust into my vagina," she continued, and she moaned as I did so, already wet. I started thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes."Perfect," she got out between moans.I shoved in and out harder and harder. I felt myself climaxing and kept at it, I orgasmed deep in her, more than twelve ropes of it, and kept at it, orgasming again, more this time. She was rocking and grinding.Finally I thrust out of her halfway through my third orgasm,. ”“Uh, you’re the girl. Are YOU gonna be okay?”“I’m okay. Six-thirty good?”“Yeah. If we’re goin’ up the road for breakfast.”“I just can’t see cold cereal tomorrow morning. Maybe later...”“0630.” I said. “And from there we go to work.”I popped a pair of over the counter sleep aids after a quick shower and shave, and I went to bed. Sleep was a bit elusive. Okay, there’s the GOOD stuff a doctor had prescribed, but I knew that tomorrow I’d regret it.Regret started immediately with the sound of the. ”“Aye!”“So, Ariel”—Aubrielle grins mischievously—”are you taking goody Smith up on her offer from this morning?”“I just said I’d ... what do you mean?”Aubrielle pats my cheek. “O, not that. Her cunt slops—will you be having them?” Her smile covers her face now, but it’s not entirely a friendly smile. I guess I had that coming: asking her to explain what Nora said was humiliating.Before I could come up with an answer, Samantha jumped in. “An the rest of us? It’d be so nasty to give ya my cunt.