Harley defiantly shoved a forkful of food in her mouth, feeling the giant lump slide down her throat."Where did you get that dress?" he asked her.Harl...y looked at him in surprise. "You mean you didn't leave it for me?"Cal scowled over at her, and Harley could feel the tension mount, if that were possible. She just wanted to escape, standing up she started to walk away."Harley, dear," she turned to see V standing next to her, "I am so sorry for Victor's behavior yesterday. He can be such a man,". If only her husband would come home and fuck her deep and hard like he used too.Something was really wrong, he was neglecting her. They hadn’t had sex in over a month. She was desperate. Maybe he was cheating on her with a sexy young intern or secretary? The idea that he was fucking someone else and not her was something she wouldn’t allow.Looking at herself in the mirror again, she knew she could get any man to fuck her but she wanted her husband to drive his big hard cock deep and hard into. When the three of us calmed down some, I pulled out of Sarua's pussy and sat back on my heels and Sarua, managed to sit back against me, then Martha managed to sit up with her feet on the floor and lean back against the back of the couch, "Damn Sarua, Your pussy juices, tast so good." still trying to catch her breath."I must say Martha, your's does too." still trying to catch her breath too."Please, do not ask me, who has, the better tasting pussy, cause you both, are equal, in the tasting. She was shocked, to say the least, but didn't give anything away, to her credit, but I had to confront her. I told her what I saw, told her I saw everything she did, and she panicked, running to me and begging me to keep her secret, almost incoherent, but she wasn't drunk.I knew I had an opportunity here: she was a slut, clear as day, and I'd be a fool not to capitalise on it, but I couldn't do it to my friend. "Look, I can't, he has to kn--" I didn't even finish my sentence before she was.