”“I don’t understand him,” Carol said, “I did nothing to him. He fancied me and he lied and cheated and he’s still doing it? Why? Did he e...pect me to carry on with him as if nothing had happened?”“I don’t think it’s you this time,” Susan said thoughtfully. “I think this time it’s John. He really hates John. He effectively gets rid of John to London and thinks the way’s open for him to get you. John then comes back as his boss – the big boss, no less. Then he makes the mistake of threatening. Round and soft in all the right places. Slender and shapely where it counted. Delicate and sweet everywhere else. Ann Marie's hands roamed his body, too. They seemed to linger on his chest and arms. And his ass.Under the water, they held each other. Their exertions washed away. The sweat. The cum. It all flowed down the drain, like their cares and inhibitions.With their skin wrinkled, they got out of the shower and toweled off."What do you want to do for breakfast?" Ann Marie asked.Jacob. There were two silver balls lying together there, and I picked them up studying them and feeling the weight of them. Unsure of what they were for, I placed them back where they had been, and taking the panties I held in my hand I took them back to my bedroom, hiding them under the mattress so that I could use them to rub myself in at nifgt time when I was in my bed alone thinking of Miranda. I was also hoping that I could sneak them into the wash somehow without her noticing how they had gone. I had been up since seven that morning, and having worked at puttingthings away most of the day before Barbara came to visit, I was tired.I went to my bedroom and undressed. I pulled a cotton nightgown over myhead, sat down at the vanity, and brushed out my hair. I looked atmyself in the mirror. I was still looking at a middle-aged woman. Shewas just sitting there in a demure cotton nightgown, looking back at me.I was a better person, though. I had a friend, now, in that house onSackett.