Her plan was to spend the afternoon wandering around a local artgallery. Hand in hand we wandered from room to room, ignoring any lookswe got from oth...r visitors. Our heels clicking on the wooden floor, weskipped into hidden corners every now and then, holding each otherclose, feeling our breasts pushing in to each other and feeling thebeautiful lingerie we both knew we were wearing underneath. We stoppedin the gallery's tea room for afternoon tea and sat there drinking teaand eating scones. ’ ‘How about Mr Iemma?’ ‘He has made things for you hasn’t he?’ ‘Look, how about I ask him whether he will do it, and next time you come over to my place you can have a look at what he made for me… How about tomorrow morning?’ ‘Mmmm ok,’ agreed Susan, ‘I’ll have a look, but I’m not convinced.’ ‘Good, that’s fixed then.’ Later the same day Susan propped herself up on her elbows in bed, ‘Harry I want to talk with you for a minute.’ He looked up slightly and smiled, ‘Yes’ ‘You remember Harry,. " As she said that, Marylou slid a hand down and cupped it over Rachel's smoldering pussy. Rachel gave a little gasp and her pussy fluttered in the blonde girl's open palm."Yeah--you're hot, all right," Marylou said.It wasn't right to let another girl feel her pussy, Rachel felt. Still, it wasn't as naughty as sucking off a doggy--and it felt good, too.Marylou's hand moved just a little, soothing, caressing."Want me to frig you off?" she whispered.She kissed Rachel again and her fingers tugged. It is worth mentioning here that I have never once suspected him of cheating; neither have I ever snooped on his phone to look for compromising text messages. Luck wasn’t on his side that fateful day as the message came in the very moment I was just with his phone.I demanded an explanation from him but it was too obvious and compromising of a text message for him to conjure up some sort of lie that would sound plausible to me. I immediately left his apartment despite his incessant begging,.