‘Believe me darling, I’d not do the dirty on you. You know that.’ ‘Ralph, don’t be a pathetic lying swine. The bitch’s clothes are folded ...eatly on the dressing table chair and you’ve thrown four condoms on the floor.’ ‘What?’ ‘Get out of this house within the hour Ralph, and take her with you. You and I are finished. Our marriage is over.’ Laurel returned and hour later to find the coward had disappeared like the cur he was. Laurel felt dejected, knowing her orderly life was in tatters. She. But that would explain why we knew things that we shouldn’t have known.’ Pam replied, ‘There’s one more thing that happened recently. Until now, I really discounted it as just another dream. About a week or so before the incident with the policeman, I dreamed about my dad. I’ve dreamed about him many times so that wasn’t unusual. But this dream was a little different. I distinctly remember he told me to go home and that he was concerned about me. That’s the only thing I remembered about that. My guy started to pound away at my pussy, slowly at first gradually building up speed. The guys working on my tits continued, occasionally slapping and tweaking them. Faster and faster he went, this was amazing. To my right Emma was shouting, then screaming then climaxing. Annie too was not far behind, yelling obscenities and screaming soon to orgasm. I was holding on as long as I could but then I couldn’t contain myself any longer. ‘I’m a fucking whore’ I screamed as his balls emptied inside. Yeah I'd like to fuck her but so would most any man. When she came by the following week to pick up her license plates wearing tight jeans, a see through silk blouse, and nothing else I am pleased to report I was smart and took the bait.Her real name isn't Shirley but since my best description of her would be she looked like a young natural blond Shirley MacLaine circa 1955 (I've posted a photo if you want an idea). She had short hair and about as pretty a face as humanly possible. Oh and she.