I softly replied 1, feeling droll dripping from the side of my mouth. "wrong" he said, the answer is ALWAYS three, while his hand raised above my face...he bunched up three fingers forming a rough triangle, slowly lowering it down my chest, to my belly, and finally across my sore clit, I felt him opening my lips with one hand and then three fingers forcing their way into me, stretching the entrance to my pussy wide, as he began to penetrate me, back and fort, faster, harder, with his. I was unpacking my lunch pail, etc, and went to throw something in the trash. When I opened the trash can there was large wad of folded up paper towels on top, but they looked clean. I got curious (assuming she'd worked up the nerve to kill a spider since she's terrified of them) and unfolded the paper towels. Inside was a used rubber that still had a LOT of cum in it. My mind raced and my cock got instantly hard. I knew that earlier that morning a repair guy was coming to look at our new. I am not this kind of person. I do not do this sort of thing. I am better than this, I am a woman of the world, in charge of my life.I am 40 years old, happily married, two c***dren, a boy 18 and a girl 19. My husband is successful, I lead a good life, go where I want, do what I want, within reason, have 2 or 3 holidays a year, a Golf car and a Mercedes in the garage. Designer clothes, big house, a pool, large garden, a gardener, and a housekeeper. But I am a hands on person too, I well. Unfortunately, Lisa's father had not had anything to say about prison codes of honour, so when it came to answering this question, Lisa was on her own, without parental wisdom to guide her. And the silly girl spoke the truth, which is a commodity always best doled out in small measures!"She did, Ma'am. She kept pushing me and then she punched me!" Well! You sure got the worst of it. But you'll be Ok. Go and get cleaned up! No need to report sick. And I believe your story!" She seized the other.