The slick sweat glistening on her body was like an aphrodisiac, it permeated my nostrils and I could smell her, not the perfume but the raw earthy sce...t of her self. It drove me mad, madder for my wife. I pressed my lips against hers and shoved my tongue inside her mouth tasting her sweet tongue. She could no doubt taste her sweet nectar on my own tongue from drinking her juices earlier. It must have excited her as much as it did me for she reached the for the back of my head and pulled me. “Fuck you, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Again, what the fuck, you could have told me.”“I didn’t know when we last met, only came in this morning.”Y couldn’t help but smile. What a fucked up situation, and just another episode in the book of ‘stories not to tell at home’.“Damn it. So, are you going to introduce us?” There, if she had been able to somehow tell herself she was not a slut that was now over. She was given to someone else and she knew she would do it, there was no denying that. "If you think for one second that I'm going to fall for your story, you're crazy!," said Jane as she removed her blouse and let her skirt fall to her feet. "You knock me out, and then try to convince me that I'm no longer in control of myself. What a laugh!," said Jane as she undid her bra and let her breasts spring into view. "There's as much chance of me taking off my clothes for you as there is me romping naked through campus," said Jane as she slid off her panties, leaving her totally. Carl's people, but mainly Floyd and Francis had cleared much of the cover they could use to hide in. Everything since had indicated that they had vacated the area, or just migrated to other areas.Cathy put the water in the coffee maker, and added the grounds, and Robbi started to make the biscuits, first, as she always did. Her Mom had taught her when she was 6 yrs. old, the biscuits will take 30 to 45 minutes to cook, so you take care of them first. THEN she started the rest of the meal,.