Lisa looked at her concerned.“Are you okay, Britt?”“Yeah, just a bit scared.”“It'll be okay, Britt. He loves you and you'll both figure this...out. You know where I am if you need me.”“I know. Thanks, Lisa.”“That's what friends are for honey.”“No not just that. For everything. Especially today.”“You're welcome. Any time and I mean that. I don't care if it's three o'clock on Wednesday morning. If you need to eat some pussy just call me.”They both laughed and Lisa handed Brittany the bag with her. ’ ‘I can’t help but wonder why you didn’t just kill Marsha, or at least divorce her.’ ‘I can’t say I didn’t think about it. In fact, I thought about it often. The problem was I loved her, really loved her. She was a great mother and a good wife. There’s no way I could have harmed her. At times I hated her when I thought about it, but she never flaunted it or brought it home. She never knew that I figured out what she was doing.’ ‘OK Dexter, tell me about your second victim,’ I said, needing. This always starts to send little shock waves to my pussy. Soon, I had my bikini untied so I could feel my massive jugs and twist my nipples. I also had put my other hand in my crotch to rub my hardening clit and undo my bikini bottom. With my bikini in a crumbled wet pile on the side of the jacuzzi, I pointed the jacuzzi jet back to my clit and another jet could be positioned to penetrate my hole. I could not believe the sensations that were rippling through my body. With the jets doing their. I saw your eyes widen in surprise, a full grin breaking out across your face. That was all the encouragement you needed. I gasped as one long finger reached the bottom of my pulsing slit, gently teasing the wetness that had been gathering there since we’d reached the shore. So slowly it should be criminal, I felt as your finger buried itself in my soaking hole and dragged the juices up, stopping right at my throbbing clit. You massaged the tiny button, teasing gently and ignoring my gasps to go.