’ ‘Thanks,’ spoken ironically. ‘You learned that you could use your body as a tool and you gave in to the temptation to cruelty and found you...liked it.’ She knew he was right and the way he saw into her frightened and angered her. ‘You twisted sex into a tool and when you got bored, you used it as a way to punish men.’ ‘Who the fuck was this guy?’ The bitch of it was that it was all true. As he made each statement the truth of it caught her like a fist on the chin. How could he know things. As I did I could feel the skirt raise up expose my nylon covered ass even more... and just then a slight breeze swept through the parking lot blowing my flimsy skirt completely up... my glistening, pantyhose ass now in full view. He moved towards me and laughed as he did. Whoa there... we don’t want everyone to see that beautiful ass of yours, do we? With that he gently tugged my skirt back down and as he did he allowed his hand to travel down the outside of my right stocking clad thigh. His. The whole table was rocking. Was I sucking that hard? I didn’t care. I could feel myself building up for another. Pierre pulled away from my mouth as I gripped the sides of the table. The table was still rocking. My hips were rising again. My breathing became faster and more erratic as I opened my eyes again to see Jessie slamming my cunt. Pierre went to work diddling my swollen clitoris. I looked beyond Jess to see how Hubby was holding up. I wondered. Did he ever get his little cock up again?. Ev and I settled up and he was happy with the results. He managed to keep his credit line with my name as cosigner for the loans. He made a lot of picture of the house barge and the Internet got full of them in a hurry.All that happened before Wilson showed up. "Well hello Wilson," I greeted him on the dock."So this is where we live?" he asked."Not very glamorous but it's home." I led him into the entrance way with the circular stair up to the living room and bath. The two long rooms were.