I began inventorying what I would take versus what would stay; what would need to be cleared out, probably donated to Goodwill or another charity. In ...he end, I would only take clothing, wine, and liquor. Nothing else mattered to me. Patti would be bringing cookware, dishes, silverware, and everything else we would need. I could leave all my kitchenware, and sell this unit as turnkey, including my golf cart! The few items I identified as unnecessary were loaded into my SUV and delivered to. The sight which greets me is, in plain terms, a disaster. Jill isstanding before my wardrobe, which has swung open, and is staring at theracks of dresses and skirts and other girly paraphernalia which hangwithin. I hastily cross the room and slam the door shut but, of course,it is too late. Jill must know that this number of garments cannot beintended for her or for the twins or for anybody other than me. Thereare quite simply too many outfits there, some of which show signs ofhaving been. " He didn't say anything. I guessed I'd better be as honest with him as he'd been with me. He didn't have to tell me after all."Okay. I thought about it, too. I'm as straight as you are, but remembering the sight gave me a woody, too. I think we're just too horny. We really need to get laid. What are Cheryl and 'what's-her-name' doing tonight?" They went home for the weekend. Besides, they're never going to put out — at least not to us. That's pretty clear by now, don't you think?" We had. My body is begging him to touch me where I need it. He slips his middle finger with infinite slowness down my slit. My hips buck on their own as he grazes my clit. I hear a low growl in my ear as he realised how wet I am. Slippery sticky fluid seeping from my cunt. Coating his fingers as they slide through the folds. He keeps going till he circles the entrance of my hole. And then he pushes a fat finger inside me. And tightens his grip on my waist to hold me firmly in place as he finger fucks.