I waived him off, telling him I knew he wasn't the instigator."It won't happen again," he said."Why not? Don't stop on my account."Actually, it worked...out for the best. Gladys agreed to continue doing my laundry and I benefited another way; my conscience was clear.In my mail that day was a note from Hilda, Trisha's cousin, who had driven me to my motel after the wedding reception. She wrote that Trisha had given her my address and she hoped I didn't have a bad hangover when I had woken up the. . We took care of the business the next day. Back in the motel room, Pop made a call... as he hung up he said,"The Jones, Mike and Melissa, will join us this evening for dinner and afterwards back here... in bed... have you ever made love with another woman darlin'?"I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him sexily and then said,"No... am I going to tonight?" I think so sweetheart."Pop introduced me to Mike and Melissa. They were a good looking couple in their late forties. I liked them. I wasn’t lucky all the time, Ryan had me get the drinks and I could feel men’s eyes burning into my butt and crotch as I walked to the bar and back.Okay, I was getting excited knowing that I was being looked at but it was quite embarrassing. When we walked home my pussy so hot that I forget that the leggings are crotchlessRyan’s taken me to the supermarket with me wearing those leggings. It’s so easy to forget that they are crotchless and a few times I got strange looks from people and had to. .it demands every day, in every way, stoned, wearing a cock ring and a butt-plug,that you give yourself to Porn.Every Mommy at the grocery store, whoring in her heels, says, "look at Porn...stroke your cock." Every teenage hottie in the airport, cunting in her leggings, says, "embrace Porn...pound your dick." Every co-worker at a business meeting, popping her titties in a tight top, says, "live Porn...fap your meat." Every piece of pussy you see, every slice of slut you notice, every bit of.