"Hi." I whisper back, surprised that my voice comes out steady. His face changes as I speak, and he begins to smile. Without hesitation he steps into ...he house, lugging a bag I hadn't even noticed he was carrying. I step backwards as he comes in, and he throws his bag down near the staircase, his long arm reaching back to close the front door, and I vaguely remember hearing him lock it. Before I have a chance to say or do anything, his hands are on my sides. I look up at him, and his lips crash. Rachel’s moans reached a crescendo, and she yelled at Emm to climb up on the table and straddle her face and eat out her pussy. Emm leaped at the occasion and soon was gamuching Rachel’s gaping pussy. Rachel curled a leg around her head driving her mouth and tongue down on that leaking slit. She pulled Emm’s hips down, and her moans were muffled by Emm’s fragrant pussy over her mouth.Both women were closer than Siamese twins. I thought it would take a crowbar to separate them when May. Becca came home one day to find Mary sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her hands crying. She knelt beside her and put a hand on her shoulder."Mary, my sweet, tell me." It's over six weeks," Mary sobbed. "I don't think he's going to come to me." How much notice would he have to give?" Four weeks but what difference does that make? If he really wanted he could have just walked out." He'd miss out on pay, pay in lieu of holiday and that sort of thing." Chicken feed compared to the cost. "Please don't punish him! He's not to blame. Just blame me!" she wailed. "I'm not blaming either of you," replied Steve softly. Vicky looked up again expecting to see menace accompanying the softly spoken reply. Instead she saw a soft single tear leaking from Steve's grey eyes as hespoke again. "I blame the bastard who raped you and so damaged you." Vicky was stunned. Her jaw sagged as she gaped stupidly at her husband. "What! You mean you forgive me?" "I'm not sure.