"What do you know about Jepperson's wife?" I said.He laughed, and I could hear his chair creaking while he choked back his chuckles. "Oh, she's a beau...y, a first-class, number-one beauty," he said.I told him that I knew that since I had seen her. "She an airhead, a bubble-brain, Valley-girl?" No, don't think so although some folks make her out to be; you know, that's the dumb blonde thing. Not really fair in her case." Okay," I said, unsatisfied with generalities. "What makes you think that?". Each rub moving further and further up. Shortly each man is groping her breasts through her shirt and bra, feeling her nipples hardening to their touch. Her hands moved to the hard cocks growing in their pants. Feeling them grow in response to her, stroking them slowly through the material. The guys wanted more and start to lift her shirt and help with her bra, the coolness of the air across her breasts, quickly replaced with their mouths. She squeezes their hard cocks while they suck, kiss,. "Yes, as a matter of fact, he did. He said essentially what he had said the day before. You know, that he thought he was in love with Barbara and he didn't know what to do about Betsy."My wife nodded solemnly, Art and Betsy Burg being our best friends and now, it seemed, their marriage was in severe trouble."Did you call to Betsy?" I asked my wife."She called and cried for about a half an hour. She says that Art has told her he doesn't know if he wants to be married anymore. I just didn't know. I hear him tell me to “let go” and crying with humiliation I do and the water pours from my ass, luckily for me I had cleaned myself out before I had left the house, so all that comes from my ass is the water he had put into me. He pats my ass and says “Good girl, I see someone already made herself clean”. He stands behind me and I feel something cold and slightly wet pushing at my ass. Slowly my ass is stretched around the ginger. I feel my ass starting to burn and I shake my head, I hear him.