We went to Sydney, Australia, and that's where my sexuality was sparked...Thirty-eight agents had won that trip, and Karla was the only one traveling ...lone. At 31, she was ten years older than me and eight years younger than my mom. We made a very attractive threesome.Karla sat across the aisle from Mom and me when we went by bus to the Blue Mountains. She went with us by ferry to Manly Beach. She climbed the Sydney Harbor Bridge with us. She ate at our table and got up early to exercise with. Coming back to the story, my mom called me and I went out. She told me to give water to the guests. When I went to give water to Pinky bitch, I witnessed her cleavage which was padded with some foundation. Again a hard-on. I was in a very uncomfortable situation.Later that night I jerked 3 times thinking about Pinky. The next day was Sunday and Pinky’s hubby and kids were out. Hubby was on a tour and daughter and son were in another city. I knew this because my mom used to tell me all the. "No, no," Gerry held up his hands, "I was kidding." But I wasn't," she smiled as she dropped her rather plain panties andstepped out of them. "Ta da! Look, well trimmed and not looking too badconsidering a human being pushed her way out of there not so long ago." Oh, Taylor," Gerry laughed, "don't be so graphic." Listen, Gerry, being a woman is a miraculous and messy thing. Thebreasts, the hips, motherhood, the clothes - all wonderful. The periods,the aches and pains, the bloating, the. I grabbed a small jewelry box on my dresser and hit the bitch across the side of her head, causing a bloody gash.”“Then I grabbed the whore by the hair and pulled her off of my husband’s dick and onto the floor. I dragged her fat, naked, ass towards the front door and then outside onto the front porch. Once we got outside, I tripped her so she fell down onto the porch and then quickly went back inside and slammed the door shut.”“The bitch began beating on the door to get back in. I don’t think.