"Stupid fucking ho..." was all he said.------------------------------------------------------------------------------I made the long walk back to my h...use in a mournful daze, whimpering thewhole way.I felt lower than dirt, utterly empty inside except for a deep burning inmy soul that cried out for Ray.Ray. That gorgeous guy, who surprised me with his tenderness, showered mewith kisses and made love to me with incredible passion. He made me feel sowhole, so complete and now he was gone. I blew. "I'm sorry, sir, " she said sheepishly. "That's better, wench, and stop by the Lindt shop and pick up some nice chocolates for my daughter since you haven't left the mall yet. Oh, and I forgot earlier, I wasn't exactly thinking straight, grab a nice silk robe, too." I proceeded to give her directions to the house and told her to be there at 8:00 and not a minute late, or else. I thought about the scene playing out in front of me and I thought, God, this couldn't get much better, a new girl and. Pendulous in its swing, in time with her peddling. No wonder the van didn’t pass, I thought to myself. As we approached the top of the hill and a widening in the road the van started to speed up and edge past my wife. At this point she came to a halt and then turning slightly around to look back at me. Her top clung to her breasts, her nipples visible. The van driver beeped his horn, his passenger raising an arm out of his open window as if to say thank you for the view. The prick teasing had. Skip smiled again, even more invitingly, but I was still in too much shock to respond. Eventually, he frowned and with a melodramatic flourish he mimicked me by snapping his legs together and pulling the front of his jeans together so that his briefs and his cock were hidden. I’d never played, ‘I’ll show you mine, if you’ll show me yours.’ But if I ever was going to do it, this was the moment. Slowly, I opened my legs, acutely aware that even in the dim flicker of the TV, Skip could see my.