The reason for the divorce was not one of the things that Claire instructed Lacey to remember. She didn't want to implant more false memories, but all...wed Lacey to fix on the fact that Paul had been disillusioned with her and left it at that. She hated to do it, because, while remembering the divorce, Lacey remembered that it was because she had been raped. She had stuttered her way through that description."I was raped?" she asked."Don't worry about that now," said Claire. "We'll talk about. Sucking my clit and licking my slit like it was his last meal. It was an electrical storm coursed through my body and I felt like I was going to die. And that was enough for me to take it all the way. I pulled him up to me kissed him for a moment and rolled him over on his back. Then I took his length into my mouth sucking him off like a lollipop tasting his sweet precum and soaking his cock with my spit. He groaned so loudly I stopped to make sure no one heard us. As soon as the coast was. His cock swelled again and again, its veins standing out, its entire length pulsing and quivering. Ropes of cum gushed from his pisshole, rolling in slimy wads down Barb's feet, slipping between her toes and greasing them. Finally, Skip couldn't stand the stimulation of Barb's cum-drenched toes any longer and he yanked his cock out from between them, groaning as he squeezed out the last of his pleasure with a muscular hand. "Oh man!"In the hallway, Jenny was delirious. She sat back on her. She asked politely, “do you mind if I sit on your blanket?” “Please... enjoy,” I gestured to the blanket. “Would you like a drink? There is wine, ciders and beer in the cooler.” “Ooo, thanks, I’d love a cider. I can only take so many beers before I just feel fat. They only ever seem to fill the cooler on my husband’s boat with beer.” Hmm, now we had two things in common. Hot Stuff, huh, well, I will give her that. Also in a skimpy bathing suit, my guest had a fantastic figure, I’m guessing some.