"What's wrong with her attire?" I asked."It's not her outerwear, it's what she is wearing underneath!" he said indignantly."I'm sorry, you have a prob...em with her underwear?" I asked."Yes!" he replied."First of all, as long as she is not showing her underwear, what difference does it make?" I asked. "And second of all, how do you even know what she is wearing?"Just then, a soft buzzing started coming from Rachel's general vicinity, sort of like a cell phone on vibrate, but more sustained.. I had fancied in my mind that we would always be completely open and honest with each other. Seeing the girls refuse to talk with me about something important to them actually hurt me more than I would have thought possible. I tried to keep that from my face but it was no use. I looked up at Suzie and in a wounded voice said, "For the first time since I've known you I can't help but feel a little disappointed in you. I love you, honey and hope that someday soon you'll learn to trust me."Having. "Why are you moving to Perth?" I asked just to start a conversation."I've just left my husband; he hit me once too often, the drunken bum." She said with venom in her voice."I'm sorry; I can't see why some men like beating up women," I said for I meant it. She looked right at me, and I believe she realised that I had meant what I had said and not just uttering the words."You've never hit a woman?" She asked."No never, I was married for five years and I never so much as raised a hand to Helen,". He was mature, but not as old as her, and in good physical condition.The man paused as he completed the minor manipulations of the woman’s body. He looked at her sloppy soppy snatch, admired the obvious excitement there. Her labia were fatly swollen, and framed the gaping throat of her cunt like beautiful butterfly wings. It was just the way he liked them. He slid his erect cock caressively along the pink wet crevasse and soaked in the hot sticky wetness. Gloria lay there, compliantly moving.