“I’ll bring my famous Pauline chili.”“Who’s Pauline?”“You don’t know her. I chopped her up to add to the chili. No. ‘Pauline’ is a... adjective. I make the chili according to the directions of St. Paul. Well, I’m keeping you. Bye.”He’d been in an awful hurry to hang up. But, then, it might have been avoiding the obvious questions about St. Paul. There was no entry for ‘chile’ or ‘chili’ in her concordance; she wasn’t surprised.There were five long tables for the potluck, with places for eight at. Then i decided to meet her and she also wants to meet me as my office was near her home, one fine day we met at restaurant and we spent some time at one beach. Then after we regularly use to chat on gtalk like whole day and it went till night. Then the day came where ice had broken, i was chatting casually with and the topic went about marriage where at that time i came to know that she was divorcee after the few months of her marriage as her husband was a psych, where i tried to console her on. ”“No husband, Betty Mae is correct,” Opal Anne said with surety. “Because you are the last O’Dell male, you can’t do that. The chances that they’ll just shoot you are very high. The odds that they’d shoot Betty Mae is smaller.”“Besides they killed my husband. If anyone should be the first to shoot it should be me. If I can take out the leader, maybe it will cause a panic.”“Betty Mae, if these men are professional hires, they won’t care who they shoot, just like with Raylene.”“They might think. “Then…?”“He cleans my lover… you know…” I said bowing my head.“Tell me,” she demanded.“His cock… he cleans his cock.” She knew I was hot and the story was turning me on.Her finger touched the gusset of my panties, then she traced a line up and over my mound producing electric shocks straight through my pussy. I gasped inwardly. I was so horny.“Well you are a naughty girl… shall we go and see him? Let him watch as we fuck my husband?”I looked at her husband, then back to her.“Are you serious?....