His word choice was exactly right. I truly did feel lonely; neglected; overlooked; taken for granted; and definitely ignored by Ronald! Duane had hit ...he very center of the target; the focal point of my womanly frustrations as a sexual person! That had been the crux of my daughters earlier admonishment!My pussy was sopping wet by now. I could feel it between my thighs as I sat across from Duane as we'd been chatting. I wanted to be fucked. It was as simple, and as basic, and uncomplicated as. Not until now.“There, are you happy? Can I go now?” she sputtered, trying to pick herself back up.“I’m not done yet.”She gasped as she looked down- his cock was still as hard as ever.“I’m not like those liberal fucks you’re used to. This dick is built for fucking and it won’t be happy until it gets a taste of some pussy.”He grabbed her and threw her onto the bonnet again. She slammed down and the cuffs bit into the paintwork, but the cop didn’t seemed concerned. No, he was too far gone. He was. ..just come into the kitchen." I had a bad feeling about this, but did waht she asked. "Please sit down...would you like anything?", she asked. I thanked her, said no, and sat down at the table. It was another sultry day, and she was wearing a t-shirt, white satin shorts which ended a bit above mid thigh, and deck shoes. Her hair was pinned up in the back, and I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her gorgeous 40C breasts hung firm, and filled the t-shirt nicely. "About last night, she began, I. A waiter was just taking their order. Jonah was watching him fumble with his notepad, trying to pretend to not be watching Addie. I had to laugh a little, thinking about all the times I’ve read about a woman saying, “My eyes are up here.” That was their waiter and I didn’t blame him a damn bit. What red-blooded American (or any other) guy is not gonna be looking at those tits? Addie acted like she was enjoying every second of it, dragging her order out, making him question every detail of her.