Carson, Kevin's lovely wife. You can believe everything that she says."Bess looked over at me with a frown and then looked back to Cindy and said, "Ci...dy, my name is Bess." Then to me she said, "Jim you know how I hate it when young people call me Mrs. Carson." Bess, I'm sorry, I do know that. It's just that I had to figure some way to get you to speak some more. You know that I absolutely love your British accent and this is the most that you will normally say in a week." I smiled and stuck. After I had put down the phone my body ached to be fucked and so went up stairs to the master bedroom but couldn’t wait that long as I climbed the stairs my pussy box was dripping with juice and so i stood still for a moment and rubbed at the material of my gusset to my nylon pants thru my ankle skirt I had on and it drove me nuts i couldn’t believe it that i was about to cum on the stairs shaking in the process I had to hold on to the banister rail stopping myself from falling down and. I remember thanking them both as they eventually got dressed to leave. The words simply came out of my mouth unbidden, and unscripted. They smiled; somewhat smugly perhaps, but that merely excited me even more.After closing the door to our room, I turned to where Cindy laid sprawled across the rumpled sheets. She was tired. I could see it on the way she smiled at me. She was clearly happy. The sex she had had with our two Bulls had been both intense, and repeated (something I knew I was not. When the alarm woke him in the morning, however, all he had were his memories. They were so much like his previous imagination that only his obvious sleep deprivation convinced him that they were real. The sleep deprivation and the fact his memories included so much but no intercourse. His dreams had included intercourse for the past month.His classes didn’t get the school’s money’s worth out of him that morning. In the afternoon, he called Jen.“Independence United Methodist Church.” He loved.