“Angelica, who have you been fucking?”Her eyes flew open and she blushed. “What do you mean?”“Your pussy tastes of cum, that’s what I mean...”Her eyes moved as she tried to come up with a lie and when she couldn’t, she simply sat up and crossed her arms over her heavy boobs.“I’m sorry, Pete, but yes. I have fucked another man, today, yesterday, the entire month actually, every day after work. I love him and he is a doctor.”“You conniving bitch! Get the fuck out of my house. I will send you the. As she always does every evening when she arrives home from work.As always I'm on my knees in front of her, and I lean in to kiss thatmarvelous slit, then began to nibble around the hood at its apex. Asalways, she gives a slight squeal, then leans back and relaxes, heroffice tensions finally dissipating. She's home at last! As is myface.I had no reason to believe this day would be different. Her littlenubbin peeked out as expected, and I diddled it with the tip of mytongue. She moaned and. Well, it didn't do anything for me, but I am a Good Samaritan, so I helped him out. Plus, he also liked the feeling of forcing his big dick into your throat, which I also like, so that was good.There are two other drive around places where night time cruising is very heavy, one by a pond and one by a small wood. Lots of cock available in both. Once at night I went to the pond and a guy who had blown me before is there talking to some absolute hunk. Not too tall, but good looking, about 28 or. It was the same woman from before. From the car. From the diner. The same face, the same look on her face. By the time she stopped just a couple paces from Helen, her face was distinct. The face was Helen’s, only older and much more calm. The dancer opened her mouth to speak, but Helen heard no words. She started to shake her head to the unknown woman and shivered as the panic spread. The dancer stood perfectly still, and abruptly so did the others. Every face was turned toward Helen. Suddenly,.