"Jenny reached across the table and lightly touched Melinda's arm toreassure her. "You didn't know," she said. "No harm done." I'll ... remember tha...."Jenny realized that she'd interrupted their conversation. "So, whatother interests do you have?"Melinda swallowed a bite of salad. "I spent one summer, in the eveningsand weekends, working with some guys on an oval, dirt-track stock car." She grinned. "That was a lot of fun."Jenny seemed startled, but then she started smiling. "No kidding? . It was like no time had passed when we saw each other. She jumped out of her seat to come and give me a huge hug. I was in a bit of a hurry and asked if she wanted to grab drinks later that night to catch up. She agreed and we exchanged numbers. We ended up meeting for dinner first, which went really well. There was some light flirting, but it was nothing serious. It was around 8 PM and she asked if I still wanted to go get drinks, and I said sure. There was a bar just down the block from where. In the meantime, we were having good regular missionary sex when we’d go to bed, but this new role was becoming comfortable with her because it seemed to enhance other parts of our sex life. She took to calling me her little cocksucker and then laugh, it was odd but comfortable with her.Then one day, will straddling me on my back with my legs up and spread for her and my hands tied around them holding the up and back for her, with that dildo again being pumped into me and her calling me her. She worked with me to devise a way that we could prevent Joe from putting too much pressure on her. I raised your name but she was the one who suggested that we invite you.”“How did you get my name?”“Sally said that Joe had a friend called Gary. When she described you I recognized that you were the one there that night.”“You say that Sally knew about Joe and Ronnie. Did she say how she worked it out?”“She said that she knew something was happening because of the odour when he returned home.