“You don’t know what’s happening do you?” The fatter of the wives said.Michelle looked puzzled; all she could do was shake her head.My husban... ( A doctor Michelle’s had fucked) who you thought had set this up left his pc on after having to rush of to an emergency. I found your emails to him with those pictures. You are nothing but a nasty whore. Once you had replied to the address I gave you the rest was easy. I spoke to the other wives; we meet for coffee mornings every week and shared the. Actually we are the same age." I remembered my manners. "Would you like to sit down and can I get you a drink?" Thank you. Could I have a Vodka and tonic?"She sat as I took the few steps to the bar. The barman who was not busy had overheard our conversation and was already holding the glass to the optic. I returned with her drink. I knew when she was born and where, as I was born just a few miles away. "I'm Jack Weston by the way. How's Sarfend, these days?" I used the dialect called Estuary. He grunted as he gripped my hips and slammed me down on it. I bit down hard on my lip, stifling my moans. He pulled my hair, pulling my head back as he slammed up into me. I could feel his cock stretching me and pushing deeper. He lifted me up off his cock and he sat up from the bench. I turned and looked over my shoulder hungrily as I pressed myself against the wall with the mirror. He wasted no time and soon he was behind me, pressed against my back, his cock slipping between my cheeks and. Then she turned to give Rick a peck and small hug. As she released, I saw her rub her hand across Rick’s crotch. That little vixen! She turned completely back to me with a wide-eyed, open mouth WOW face. Pam then headed out, leaving Rick and me at the bar.Rick said, “I wonder if Pam liked what she felt. Regardless, I want you again.” I coldly replied, “Sorry, you have already had double what other guys get from me.”Rick countered with, “Yes, but I have twice the cock of most guys.” I merely.