She was suddenly up, her arms around him. She didn’t say anything, merely held him and moved him inexorably toward the bed. When they fell on it tog...ther, he felt like his bones might break. Bed was the last place he needed to be with this woman. But her arms were stronger than his were capable of being, just then. He felt her kissing his hair, and her free hand pulled at him, in different places, making him adjust until they were lying side by side, with one of her arms under him. She hugged. Rick couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from watching my wife getting fucked by a strange man in the bookstore. I began watching what happened to her this morning on the left side of the screen.I couldn't see Paula at first. We didn't put a camera where it could record a view of the front porch. As it turned out, that was unfortunate. Vic answered the door when Paula knocked. But he didn't let her in. Not right away. He stood in the door glaring at her and ordered her to undress and hand him. ”“Fuck no! I do not want those fat hands touching my hot bod! Goodbye!”After that, I heard a dial tone and hung up the phone. Then, Theresa asked:“Well, what did she decide?”“She is pissed, but, she decided that, I’m all yours tonight.”“Cool, well, fuck her, anyways, she’s a bitch, and her sister is a fucking slut.” When she said that, I got so pissed at her that I literally slapped the taste out of her mouth, then, the lolly-pop and her glasses flew across the room, and then, I yelled:“Don’t. Bette could feel her own pussy throb and unconsciously her own hips began to move as the warm trickle of fluids seeped from between the twitching lips of her cunt.Looking over, she saw that Don's hand was down inside the gaping front of Cindy's dress and she could see his fingers moving as he kneaded those big rounded globes. His other hand was sliding back and forth along Cindy's bare thigh, her dress pushed halfway up to her waist. Raising her eyes, she looked at Cindy. The pretty blonde had.