What is it? What's wrong?” “It's Mark,” I sobbed. “He...he doesn't want me anymore!” The room was still spinning when Alice arrived and I ha... to hold onto her as we walked to the bed. She was so beautiful, I thought, and I reached out and stroked her thick, raven black hair. Then I leaned in and kissed her sloppily on her full lips. They were just so beautiful and begging to be kissed. I was suddenly so horny. Fuck, Mark. If he didn't want me, I could do better. “Am I beautiful?” I asked Alice,. I lookedtowards the sofa. Ruth had her arm round my wife's shoulder, holding her tight."You know you're a slut, Doris, that's why you're here," she laughed. Her handwas right between Doris's legs now, under her skirt.Doris's mouth opened but all she could manage was a low moan. She was blushinghard, but Ruth was still holding her face up. The men were grinning as theystared at Doris, and Ruth laughed again. "She's wearing stockings, mmmm, we likethat! Nice bare thighs!" Then she twisted her. ” So again I hit her pussy with the flexible shower hose, but I left it on longer and a bit harder. This time she moaned loudly and groaned at the feeling. I looked into her eyes once more and I said, “Was that good baby?” She replied, “Yes daddy can we do it again.” I said, “Later tonight after the boys go to sleep. Ok?” She looked at me and just nodded.We got out of the shower stall and started drying off. I started helping her, rubbing the towel over her tits and pussy. I was a little rough. She would sit at my feet and hand over tools. I lay on my stomach and began to explore the mechanism. I yelled, "screwdriver." Linda fished one from the sack. Then, as she was too short, she knelt between my legs, and leaned forward to hand it to me. As I twisted to look for the tool, the wind and her bent position opened the front of her shirt. Her naked breasts were exposed. They were perfect.Quickly I lay back and probed the furler. The problem was obvious. A setscrew on a retaining pin was.