After a short nap I walked home. only this time through the back door. The attire I had came over in and my look pretty much advertised MILF needed to...be fucked and just got royally fucked by a BBC. I did not need neighbors getting any hints. It was back to normal, I was Karen again, he was Juan and my husband came home late Tuesday. I did not go near my husband for attention till Friday evening as I still felt stretched out. We did have sex, but nothing compared to Juan. The next week my. I looked up at Betty and Darlene. They were smoking, watching me crawl. I looked over at Cindy. She was still slouched on the chair, legs spread, smoking a cigarette, waiting for me.I knew this was going to hurt, but I didn’t have any choice. I started crawling to Cindy. My knees pushed a few of the tacks out of the way, but one of them got under my left knee. It hurt. A lot. If I stopped, it was just going to keep hurting, so I kept crawling. A lot of the tacks were pushed out of the way, but. Finally she said something. "What are you wearing?" The question feigned "appropriateness", a go to for her and all the hotter to me after I'd seen her grinding her vagina against that work friend."Oh, I'm trying outfits for the party tonight, Just needed a break. Would you like to come up and help me pick one out? It'd be nice to have another pair of eyes on me." I grinned at her when I said this."Oh, oh no I don't think I can help you with that, trends being what they are today." I let a. "I guess it takes one to know one. Now whydon't we..."The woman shook her head. "Reg Dutton, you are one worthless man. I've triedto be nice, but you've shown me that I was only wasting my time." How'd you know my name, and what the hell are you talking about?" Things that are far beyond your petty, closed, little mind." The woman madean odd series of gestures. "Things that are going to do a bit of adjustmentto your... attitude."The blue sky suddenly darkened to an odd shade of gray. Reg looked.