Tammy said, “Wait, I don’t understand. Is this like a condominium, and the new moms are hiring someone? Are there apartments here?”Sandy winked ...t Alice. She said, “Tammy, let me give you a tour. Brad and I live here about half-time.” She rose and Tammy did too. The two women headed off towards the lounge area and patio. Sandy was saying, “No, it’s not like a condominium. Do you remember the French house on campus that was co-ed, and all the students used to... ?”Lynn bounced Marshall on her. I wound up getting TOO high, because my memory is hazy, but eventually the brain fog cleared, and when I can focus again, Mike has Sara on her back in the bed, her legs wrapped tightly around his back, as hes hammering his cock deep inside her – I mean, when I snap out of it, the first thing I see is Mike fucking my wife as hard, as deep, and as fast as he possibly can. Saras hanging halfway off the side of the bed, her heads touching the floor, and shes SCREAMING – top of her lungs, incoherent. ”“You’re welcome.”Her voice came from afar, so quiet he could barely hear it. When he sat up, he had to block out the sun again with his hand to see her; she was still out where she’d stopped the planks of wood.“You — oh, right. Um ... uh...” Of course, she had no legs, she couldn’t walk up onto the shore. So, he got up, and treaded back out to her.“What’re you doing?”“I have to thank you somehow! I was dead for sure.”“Thank me? I ... was just...”“Come on, you helped a total stranger, and a. ’ ‘I did, too. But if we were, I would never be able to feel this way about Brad. I never meant to hurt you. For the longest time Brad and I were just friends, then….’ ‘You never really loved me, did you?’ ‘That’s not true! I did love you. I still do but…not nearly as much as Brad.’ That was the knife being twisted around. Maybe if she didn’t love me, it would have been easier to let go. I call her a bitch or slut or golddigger and get on with my life. But I knew that wasn’t true. She genuinely.