Albert couldn't help admiring Hannah's trim figure and her self-confidence. Her hair was cut expensively, two horns of dark brown hair against her che...ks and an immaculate fringe. Albert carefully placed her large heavy cases in the back of his jeep, covered them with a tarpaulin sheet and invited Hannah to sit next to him."So, you come from America?" he asked, as he shifted the jeep up into third gear."Yup. California. Small town not more than two hours ride from LA," she agreed, throwing a. Synthia raised her hands to pull off the remnants of her bra as Xavier’s finger reformed, moving his hand to pull her panties forward as they unstuck from her wet cunt.Xavier smiled as he leaned forward, fingers frozen, resting on her skin mere centimeters above her aching cunt. He tightened his grip around her throat as he softly whispered to her, his lips feathering the lobe of her ear as he spoke“You’re this wet already? I haven’t even touched you yet.”Synthia could only mewl in response,. “Well, Paul, I guess it sort of is a lie. But we want it to be true. So, we keep saying it, sometimes because we want to convince ourselves that it’s true, that it’s already true. But there’s another reason: we want to MAKE it true. We keep saying things like ‘liberty and justice for all’ and ‘equal justice under law’ so we don’t forget what we’re trying to get to. Am, am I making any sense?”“I ... guess.” Paul wasn’t sure it did make sense, though. “I mean, not really. Oh! like when I had to. " I was going to add that I knew of course that she wasn't attracted. But the fact is, at times I didn't know. There was that Christmasparty at the Country Club for example, when she looked soincredibly gorgeous as always, so lively, and she danced with somany different men that I lost sight of her for an hour or so. Other wives seemed to be coming on to me as if to distract me whiletheir husbands were screwing Cassie, as if they wanted to even thescore by screwing me. And because I had to.