In bed, on those rare occasions when he'd begun to feel like it again, she had turned into a dead- assed log... no response... nothing there. It wasn'... hard to figure: She was fucking someone else, one of her office friends... maybe all of them!One of the boys in the department, Mark had known he could confide in had chased it down for him. Of course, he'd been right... except there hadn't been any office, or "friends," just a simple long list of "johns!" Sweet Nancy had joined the ranks of. You know what I mean?" She showed Susan how the thing worked. She slid it around her waist and the cock hung between her legs. "This is easily as nice as any prick you ever had up your asshole. Not that you've had that many, mind you, but you know what I mean." She smiled and said: "Shall we?" What the hell," said Susan. "I've been experimenting for a week, now, so I may as well not stop until I've had everything, right?"The two women undressed in the main bedroom. Susan was curious to see what. “Shut up!’ He grunted, pushing me on top of Gina and holding me in place. ‘Suck her tits while you take my cock. I am going to fuck you like the dirty little whore you are.’ Gina looked at me, raised her eyebrows and shrugged and before I had time to say anything, she was lifting her breast, filling my mouth and effectively gagging me. I could feel him pushing and pulling his fingers from my hole, spreading my juices over my lips and further wetting my already dripping cunt. I should have. Oh, drat, I'm all confused." She took a deep breath and slumped her shoulders as she tore the fresh biscuit in half."It's the times, honey." Bess shook her kerchiefed head. "Lot's a thing all jumbled up. Your poor daddy, he's having all sorts a'problems. Lordy."Anne nodded and shoved half of the soft, warm biscuit into her mouth. She snorted, chewed, swallowed and wished she had put butter on it. "The thing is, well, he might be gulling me, but I think maybe I love him. And I don't know how to.