"No thanks, I never really liked the taste of alcohol. It sure is warm in here" he remarked about the atrium. "I know, but the plants are so beauti...ul, especially in the winter," Wendy replied. "What are you doing out here?" Jody asked. "I was giving Margot a massage." "I used to get them from my gymnastics coach" "That explains it." "Explains what?" Jody asked. "Your body, it's remarkable. Do you still do gymnastics?" I interjcted. "No, I broke my ankle and it hasn't. Good memories for you?Every sports event I went to when I cheered for them, I was calling their name, was it good thinking I was such a fucking idiot that I did a great job or raising them for someone else? Good memories?Every dance class and recital, every night I stayed up waiting for them to come home when you went to bed, because I was worried about them, another good memory for you? What a chump you must have thought I was. And I was a chump wasn't I? You were planning your next fuck. And then with my mouth … I take her pussy lips….prt…and bury my tongue inside her deep Venus…meanwhile I play with hey soft silky pussy hairs…I put more pressure and she is crying with pain. And then I put my other two fingers on her asshole…and insert them…she is saying “stop …stop…no a”… But I am mad to have her this night…and continue doing the same for some more time…she slowly starts responding to my moves by pushing her butts …Hmm…She then say “…she come”….Her pussy is wet and I can see. It was open. She could feel the breeze oozing up her vagina. She thought, What is happening to me? Years of repressed sexuality have piled up to a crushing weight that has to burst out, and if Nick right now got hard and climbed on me from behind, rammed his cock up my hole, I know I would grunt like a pig and switch my ass about, screwing my vagina onto it.But he is Gwen's husband.Well, here that does not seem to matter. At least, Rita had urged Howard to fuck her, and as to the thing with.