I needed to pee but somehow I couldn't. I sat there and waited, my bladder began to ache and I knew I really needed to pee. Then a slow drip, drip eas...d out, the drops sliding off the stick and then slowly the pee began to trickle out. I felt humiliated having to pee on the stick.Carefully I put the kit onto the vanity, and then finished on the toilet.I dreaded to look at the kit, I knew the result would not be what I wanted, but what I expected.Slowly I turned and looked, the bright blue. She would use the name in a cutesy voice and ask dirty questions to make him crazy. "Does Jar-jar want to feed Barbie some sweet Jar-jar juice? Does Jar-jar want to warm his big hard cock in Barbie's pootie-puss?" He thought it was cute, until the Star Wars prequels came out and the character Jar-Jar Binks emerged. She stopped using it then and it never came up again, until now.She drove away leaving Jared on the porch. He was very satisfied with himself for telling her off, in a way, but most. The kind of beautiful that gets you thinking with your dick rather than your brains - and that rarely works out well.She stared at the swirling liquor in the glass that she held in perfectly manicured fingers, then raised her heavily made up eyes."They say you're a man that can get things done ," she said, voice a husky whisper. "That you're discreet."She folded a long leg over the other, dangling a high heel, showing more leg. They were sensational legs. I notice these things."So are you?" she. ...WHOOMPF ... "AAAHHH"..... again and again.I didn't need to see into the room to know what the sounds were. My wife's lover was slowly delivering one hard thrust after another into my wife's pussy, and she was groaning every time his cock thudded into the bottom of her vagina. I couldn't tear myself away from the door. My cock was probably almost as hard as his. I began to squeeze my dick through my pants. I thought I might cum. Cum in my pants listening to someone fucking my wife. That would.