I couldn’t take any more of it. We found ourselves in a less trafficked area. There was an unattended car here and she leaned over the hood, smiling...at me and squeezing her breasts forward. I told her to stay there, I was going to try a differnet angle. I came up behind her close enough she could feel my stiff cock in my jeans. “You’re so sexy, Mrs Wifey. I want to fuck you.” I whispered in her ear, sliding a hand aup her dress, around her thigh, and down into her panties. Her pussy was moist. Kathy looked at me and her eyes told me that we needed to talk. I nodded my agreement and wondered how I could pull off the conversation without Bethany noticing. That problem solved itself when Bethany announced about 4:30pm that she was going out with Andrew and wouldn’t join us for dinner. After Bethany left, I asked Kathy to help me prepare dinner and she agreed.“So?” I asked as I got the ingredients from the fridge and the pantry.“She swears she’s in love with him.”“But you don’t believe. Maybe I WILL be able to use you as my secretary-companion.Going back to the Greystone Finishing School plunged Charisse into the depths of depression. She hated those snobbish, teasing kids and now they'd be worse then ever. And she hated to think of what she'd have to put up with from Debby who was the ringleader and the worst of the lot Charisse no longer had the will or desire to fight back. What little she'd glimpsed of her parents' behavior at the apartment made her think that maybe the. "I don't believe that the man can be sexually satisfied. I'm sure going to try to satisfy his desires though."***"Well, Cliff, what do you think of your hot-wife now?"After hearing Becky relate about her night and morning with Rob, I was stumped. I didn't know what to say to her.I just shook my head, "What a fuck story that is! I don't know what to say right now. But I want to ask you a question, "What did you do that made him want to fuck you so hard and so much?" I asked him the same.