She’d made it through the two months – actually surprising herself a little – and in just a couple of minutes, she would be leaving the gas stat...on with a full tank, making sure there was no way she could possibly lose. She didn’t have a couple of minutes. The car started to sputter and she cursed as she looked at the gas gauge. She hadn’t thought about the trip to Marsha’s, in the complete opposite direction from her path home. “Come on. Come on,” she pleaded, to no avail. At the last second,. ‘I know!’ I laughed as I sat down opposite him, ‘I just hope that you appreciate the effort that I’ve gone to.’ Paul shrugged his shoulders, smirked and spread his hands in a manner that told me he was lost for words! ‘Would you like a drink?’ He asked me as he stared at my chest like a baby boy at feeding time. ‘Yes please,’ I replied as I lit a cigarette and crossed my legs like Sharon Stone did in Basic Interest, ‘a Southern Comfort and lemonade in a long glass.’ It wasn’t only Paul’s eyes. Kathy was smiling as she started belittling Sally, "My little Lez, look at her hump that puss, you like that don't you, you cunt?" That was my cue."Uun, Kathy, look if she is a lez would you feel better if she ate your pussy? I mean just to show she was sorry? I mean would you stop hitting her if she really apologized with her mouth?" And then I grabbed Sally by the hair, "Honey would you do that, just to show how sorry you were, I mean if you did and Kathy would promise not to spank you. A week ago about 11 o'clock at night I heard a knock at the door and when I opened it this same woman was standing there."Son, I am sorry I haven't been round to see you and ease your tensions," she said as she pushed her way past me into my house."Hoi, lady where do you think you are going?" I cried after her as she went straight into the lounge. I closed the door and when I entered the lounge she was on the sofa with her nightdress pulled up, knees bent exposing her womanhood to me."Come on.