" I quieted when Fenny gave me a murderous look."So now you hate her," I said this mostly to divert her anger."Yes! NO! Of course not! I couldn't hate...her!" Good. So are you still... hot?" Oh yes, I had to stop a couple of times on my way home. I had my hand inside my pants all the way!" she laughed."OK, come here then..."At that time the phone rang. It was Patricia, my sister. Fenny talked to her for almost half an hour and when I asked what she wanted Fenny just said that she wanted to make. I forgot about my husband and k**s. I just wanted excitement like everyone else. Am I not allowed to want that now that I’m a married mom? “My k**s won’t be home until 4,” I said as I moved closer to him. “And my husband won’t be home until nighttime, not like he pleases me anyway,” I placed my hand on Michael’s thighs, and without a doubt, I saw a rise come from his basketball shorts.“I could tell you were a whore when I first saw you,” he said as pulled me on top of him. Was I really a whore?. Well, no. Let them be a surprise. But come over at five. Bring a bold, medium-bodied red. Oh, and no touching yourself before dinner. You’re my appetizer, after all.”“I feel so used.”She just winked. “Finally, take this and put it on a shelf, or in a drawer, or wherever. Somewhere you’ll know where it is when it’s needed.”Curious, he examined what she’d handed him. It was a plain white envelope, sealed, with a hastily scrawled message on the front: When she tells you she knows.“What’s this?” he. Ellen and the fat guy stayed naked fucking and doing kinky things for the next two days and never came in the house for one thing!It was three days of nasty sweaty and stinky outdoor fucking. Ellen’s brother stopped by to hang out not knowing that she was already fucking the fat guy and brought a triple x porn dvd of women fucking tools and baseball bats. He usually gets his load off but he was shocked at how dirty and smelly she was and told her that she looked like a piece of farm pussy.