In her right hand was hairbrush with a long handle and a surface about seven inches long by three inches wide. Looking me up and down she uttered a si...gle word, “Strip.” “Deb, lets talk about this,” I said in a trembling voice. “Strip now,” she said again in a louder voice. “Everything except your underwear.” She now had her arms folded across her chest. Somehow I knew that begging would get me nowhere, so I did as instructed and began to take off my clothes. At the same time Deb moved a. " I said. "I know you always had a girl or two and several plan "B" lined up. You were always getting laid. I did pretty well myself, now I am so horny I am about to bust. too bad we can not help each other out." Holly said with a smile. " Too bad." I said thinking about what she had just said. The subject changed and soon we were off to our separate rooms. That night I laid awake thinking about what Holly had said and what fucking her would be like. The next morning I walked into the kitchen. He understood that I was telling him the story by my actions. "He was literally painting me but he used his tongue to paint my pussy instead!" I told my hubby with a cheeky smile. After about five minutes later, I lay on the bed and told my hubby to spread my legs, just like what Fred did. "So he then.... fuck you, right?" C'mon in, darling!" I replied and he pushed it all the way in and pumped me good."So how long did he last?" Definitely not more than five minutes!" I replied and my hubby. I had no interest in the contents of the conversation so I took no notice of anything that was said, not until my name was mentioned… My heart stopped and everyone in the room seemed to be staring straight at me, I dared not lift my eyes from the patch of carpet that had been the main focus of my sight for the past 10 minutes – it was only when my name was mentioned again did I actually look up and realise that they were not, in fact, adressing me but eachother as though I was not there, merely.