As Jessie drove us to the studio she kept glancing sideways at me, finally I turned to her."What?" Nothing" Come on Jessie, something's bothering you,...so what is it" It's it's nothing Bobby" If it's about us then just say it, if it's me then please tell me. Are you regretting what's happened between us? If you are then tell me, if you want me to leave then I guess I will, I don't want to hurt you Jessie. You've always been the only good thing in my life; I don't want to loose you" O god Bobby. I had seen my wife’s vulva many times after she had been fucked, but seldom had I seen it so obviously well-used. Pink and engorged, her outer lips were huge, puffy and red-tinged as if they had been abraded forcefully by her lover’s pubic hair. Her slit was gaping open, as was the entrance to her vagina. Her long, dark-red inner lips protruded like tiny curtains between her upper thighs and her clitoris still stood proudly out from underneath its fleshy hood.“Jesus! You’ve been well and truly. Smiling, she met her eyes, and hooked her fingers in the waistband of ther skirt. Not breaking eye contact, she raked it down her long legs, and stepped out of it. Then she kicking it up to herself, she threw her skirt to the woman, who caught them out of the air. The crowd cat called and clapped when they saw who got them. Jaime’s face felt hot with embarrassment, or was it excitement, she wasn't sure, probably both….Kenzi was naked save for her black nylons, and her Mary Janes. Jaime loved. But, again, being completely honest, it’s true that I will take her into consideration in deciding about you and me.”“I guess I never had a clear playing field.”“You knew I was dating; I never kept that from you.”“True.”“There’s also a complication that I’m not sure anyone shared with you.”“What’s that?” she asked, dully.“Deacon Grigory from Saint Michael the Archangel had a serious heart attack, and will likely never be able to serve as a deacon again. The bishop wants to ordain me not long.