" There isn't going to be a fight. Just get in."I got in and he got right to it."Why were you fucking my wife?" I think you should get that from her."...I can't. She took off and I can't find her. When I do find her I'm going to need to know how to handle things. Since I can't get the information from her I need to get it from you. It is a simple question. Why were you fucking my wife?" Don't blow up on me here okay? It is going to sound like I'm smart mouthing, but I'm not. I was fucking her. I enjoyed strutting my stuff to her door, skirt low on my hips, just barely covering my treasures. The bra was smooth enough to look like some kind of athletic top from a distance. Coke kept pace beside me and looking very sexy too. In the lobby I rang her bell while Coke started to ring mine by pulling my skirt up to my waist. My pussy was now fully displayed. "Janice? This is Marna and a friend. You ready for us?" I groaned as Coke's hand did a long stroke across my pussy lips, right there in. "Cat got your tongue?"I turned to look. She was 3 or 4 inches taller, slender and blond hair and probably 35 years old.. She was beautiful and her eyes seemed to look through me. I couldn't hold her gaze, I quickly glanced down. I could feel my face burn with embarrassment. She reached down and took my hand "follow me".Without a word, she guided me out of Macy's, down the mall to the Starbuck's. "sit here while I get us something." I started to ask for a coffee but she stopped me mid sentence. It didn?t bother Pumpkin, or whatever her namewas. She simply began to include me in her sales spiel, as though I wasany other customer.?Would you like a dance?? John asked me.?Are you having one???I?m offering you one, as repayment for your earlier hospitality.?I considered it. It might be the ideal opportunity to quickly draw himon. ?Then I should not refuse, monsieur.??Please, call me John.??Certainly, John.?He indicated that Pumpkin should dance for me. She gently uncrossed mylegs,.