They asked her if we were getting a divorce and she just replied, ‘She didn’t know yet.’ As Marsha was getting dressed to go see Nancy I decided...to go in my office and maybe pack up a few things. Then I remembered, I never undid the telephone bug. I just decided to play it and listen to the messages. It started with the one from Bob, then the one from Mr. Little. I decided to just listen to whatever was on the tape while I was packing a few things. There was a number of everyday calls that we. After awhile he passed out with me laying on him and I had to go home. It was already daylight and I tried to wake him to say goodbye but he was out, so I just went home and kicked myself in the ass for not leaving him my number or some kind of message. I was not used to this kind of thing happening to me, especially not the instant attraction mixed with such pleasure. All we did was lay next to each other, wow. I thought about him every day for the next two weeks, wondering if I would ever see. Tom was almost engulfed in rage, but didn't want to ruin any future chances with Beth. So he just watched and drank. Abbie it seemed had started to go along with Jim and Dan's flirting. They sat as a three on the sofa, rubbing and touching each other up, giggling but going no further. They couldn't see that under the guise of there dancing Tom was bring Beth close to a climax. Tom And Beth "went for drinks". After a few minutes it became clear that they were more than "gone for. I applied pressure and the elastic panties gave in, allowing my finger to travel a tiny bit into her hole, before the satin finally stopped it. My toy shook her head wildly desperately trying to tell me that she didn't wanted this. Well I knew already, I just didn't care. My finger left her entrance and went back upwards until it reached the edge of her panties over her pelvis. Then my whole hand slipped below them and covered her mound. She tried made a weak try to get away once more, but my.