I have had better but for a small town, it was passable. Throughout lunch, the girls chatted continuously. Jatz tried a number of times to bring me in...o the conversation but I didn’t conform to her desire.After our meal was over and we were having our coffees, Linda excused herself and headed towards the bathroom. Jatz turned towards me and asked, “What is wrong with you, Goyse?”“I’ve just been cuckolded and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”“If I knew you would act like this I wouldn’t have told. Now they were getting ready to do the same thing to Hank by giving him the fuck of his life.Lying with her legs spread wantonly, Lana let her fingers dip down between the hairy lips of her pleasure-seeking cunt. She ran a finger-tip along the hair-lined pussy to start her juices flowing. She wanted her cunt dripping wet when Hank arrived. Her ears were tuned for sounds of his approach.Stacy was waiting in the cabin, watching for Hank to show up. They had agreed that she would stay hidden until. She wanted to smooth Jane's curls only to see the fall back where they wanted to be. The detective's shirt was wrinkled and coming untucked, as usual late in the day. "It's right here." Maura pushed the thin folder across her desk, already anticipating the way Jane would give it her full attention, the way her brows would knit together when she didn't see what she wanted to. And as soon as Jane took it, she was already standing, knowing she wouldn't be noticed.Jane flipped straight to the last. But that's not what caused me to become what I am today. What caused that happened on a Sunday afternoon two years and four months ago.My wife had gone back to work several years ago when the kids were old enough to look after themselves and she wanted something more to do than vacuum and laundry. I couldn't complain. It would bring some more income into the house and we could use it for luxuries like vacations or maybe even a cottage near Georgian Bay. She had done very well with an insurance.