You with me, Carol... ?" Yes... yes! It may be crazy, but I agree, Honey... we have to do something!" Then, come on... let's change into clothes a lit...le more practical for scouting!"Link Morgan was a very infuriated man by the time he reached the Crescent Inn Tavern. Not only had he not slept in over twenty-four hours, but he'd just been thoroughly out-maneuvered by a cock-happy, spirited bitch named Lydia Newell! Without the slightest qualm, she had brazenly devoided him of his luscious,. After more chat and fingering and kissing she said she would try, I may be awhile she said and off she went. I lay on the balcony naked playing with my cock in the evening sun fantasizing what could be happening, she was dressed in a short black skirt which when she sat down would ride up her luscious thighs promising a glimpse of her sheer black panties, a tight top which clung to her braless tits and some for her high 4 inch heels. I was tormenting myself hoping she would be exposing herself. And if I did, I'd make sure John was there to watch. If he was watching it wouldn't be cheating, and I'll never cheat on my husband. It is pretty naughty, to think about another cock in my pussy as John watches me get pounded."It was time to go, for sure. The conversation with Tim was a surreal moment. Susan was bold and brazen. I have to guess that her being topless made her horny and aggressive. This was a side of Susan I didn't know existed.As we left the bar, Susan was laughing. She. It made me a numb man who hardly needed anesthesia when his turn with the dentist came up. As the whining drill did its good work, I stared in the bright lights and thought my saddest thoughts.Had it all been a lie, the whole intricate story? And if so — why? Had Estelle won? Had she taken over control? I hated to even think of Estelle, let alone consider her a person. And if she had won, why wasn't she in the picture? Why Myriam The Prude?There were other thoughts behind the obvious — they.