The house was no doubt a rental. ‘It looks a lot like the house I rent’ Trish said coldly. Rachel answered the door to their knock. ‘Hi Miss Wat...rs my name is Peter Sims, this is my colleague Trish. We are would like to ask you some questions about your ex-husband.’ She looked back into the house before answering, ‘Could we talk out here? My son is in the house. It rather him not hear all the things I have to say about his father,’ she said. ‘Would you like to get your coat. This won’t take. ’ ‘So Jon was in the mood.’ ‘I think he is always in the mood, but I let him know in unquestionable fashion that I was open for the suggestion.’ Marti just blinked at me. ‘You? You let HIM know?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘Girl, I sense a real story brewing here, I want all the details.’ She said as she flopped on the couch after changing into a thin cotton sleep pants and top outfit, made strictly for comfort and everyday use at home. ‘Well.’ ‘Out with it now! There is nothing I like better than a good old sex. Lucas brushed her hair back from her forehead with his palm. She felt her face blush a little and even felt her body release a certain amount of tension she didn’t know it was holding. ‘You can make it up to me later. For now, I need to wash the wine off. I smell like dump bucket’ ‘Your analogies are probably some of the sexiest I’ve ever heard.’ Sam’s voice snapped Katie out of yet another memory. Katie wanted nothing more than to make some stupid excuse so they could get away and reenact. Her sexual lips were no longer tight together. They didn’t look quite so virginal. I couldn’t help but remember that I had ejaculated into that pussy the night before. There was no visible evidence of that, other than that her plump labia were parted enough to expose a slit of darkness, as if I’d cracked them, broken them, so that they no longer closed properly.I only had a glimpse of all that, though, because it only took Karla maybe ninety seconds to get fully dressed - including her.