Husband looks at his wife as she is across from him on the dining table, working on her papers.He was mad, all he does is work all day for her and she...doesn’t even pay the slightest bit of attention. Doesn’t ask him how his day was or anything. All he wants is a little attention, he’s not even mad at the food.He throws his plate to the floor and it shatters, the wife jumps from her seat alarmed and shocked at his unusual behavior. He screams to her his complaints and she panics and apologizes,. Blackie jumped off her lap when the phone on the table rang with an authoritative air. It really jarred the nerves not at all like her little cell phone that played the haunting refrain from "Dr. Zhivago".She was annoyed to be taken out of her mindless reflections and besides the only one who ever called her was her Mother and she always called her on her cell phone."Hello, may I help you?"For a moment all she heard was silence at the end of the line. She was getting ready to hang up the phone. Her butt and thighs clenched again. Bella had been waiting for a signal like that. She quickly moved her fingertip to Belita’s clit and started making circles. Her other hand busied itself with just barely probing the Captain’s slick opening. Belita squirmed and groaned, her hands reaching for her own breasts, squeezing and pulling.“Tell me the very best part,” Bella said.“The first push. Will’s cock sliding intae me for the first time. It was so slo-aaaah!” Belita came, hard, unexpectedly,. "You're kidding, right?" "No, I'm not kidding, don't laugh." Jayme scowled at her best friend. "You're serious? How can you be serious?" The two were sitting at a table in the food court at the mall, both suckingon Karberfruit smoothies. They'd come straight from the salon where they'dboth had their hair done in the latest craze. Their hair was now embedded withsparkles so that it shimmered under the lights. Jayme had gone with blue, andKimmie with pink. The pink matched her cheap, disposable,.