Dont get me wrong here, I was still terrified with a sore face, boobs and pussy from his aggressive fingering and I still wanted to run away but the r...alisation that we were in a hopeless situation meant my brain was trying to find ways of dealing with it. After five minutes or so like this, John announced that we should get more comfortable and told us all to go into his bedroom. He pulled the covers off the bed and lay in the middle. Now Lucy!, he said in a faux nice tone, Would you like to. I am desperate, desperately in need of what he can give me. “Owen won’t need to know about this time.”“I thought you kids still aren’t talking?” James asks, raising an eyebrow. I notice a vein tense down the side of his neck and it makes me throb between my legs.“We’re not. He’s still angry.”“He hasn’t called?”“No.”“Wow. He must really love you,” he says.“I want you inside me, James,” I gasp as I say the last few words, and James runs his hand through his hair, causing a few strands to flop. I smiled and thanked her, even in sweats, no make up and her pretty blonde hair in a bun she was quite beautiful.I started to tell her my favorite movie of hers and she held her hand up to stop me. "Look I don't want to be rude, but I really am hiding, I'm here to get away from the movies for awhile". "I'd love to chat with you" she went on, "but, no talk of movies or show business ok". "Anything else is fine. Sports, weather, anything but show business". "Okay", I agreed. The waitress brought. It talked about how hard they would make my wife cum and that she would never forget this night. It went on and on about making my wife cum so hard. The response was about a paragraph in length.My eyes exploded as I read the last sentence. It said, “I am a woman by the way, and I can fuck your wife as good as any man could!” She then signed it Angela.My original thought was wow! I had never been approached by a woman before about sharing my wife. My wife and I had explored with a few other men.