I looked first at my wife, then back at Wendy, then back at my Wifeagain. They could easily see that what they were telling me was causinga bit of pan...c and worry. "But, but people will..." I started to say,but Denise cut me off flat."But nothing!" Denise yelled as she crossed the three feet that hadbeen between us. She quickly reached out her hand and slapped my face.It wasn't hard, yet it still stung. I stood there rubbing my cheek notbelieving she had just hit me."I told you that we had. I filled the hot tub and enjoyed a relaxing bubbles bath.Once on my bed, I felt horny yet; so I decided to get some action…I would drive to a rest stop in the Interstate, not so far from home.I had been there a couple times, knowing that there I could find some horny truckers, aroused and ready for taking a married cunt.I dressed in a tight little skirt, a tight blouse and black stilettos.The weather was warm, so I decided I would be comfortable by not wearing a bra or panties. I would not even. Before he reached her, she slapped his hands away and he fell forward. Ida sidestepped him as he fell into the open doorway. As she looked down at him, she saw the Mexican start for the door behind her.Ida stuck her heel out and tripped the Mexican as he ran by.He stumbled out the doorway, staggering across the wooden boardwalk only to fall face first into the dusty street. Quick as a cat, Little Ida Red was astraddle his ass as soon as he hit the dirt. She had her knife out, cutting the shirt. "Next girl!" declared Carol."GET OFF LACI!" repeated Girl#2, even more urgently.Julia said, "It's too late. Laci used up all your time. Who's the next girl?" Me!" As Girl#3 got to her feet."I WANT MY TURN!" said Girl#2. Which I thought was an unnecessary statement, as I was pretty sure all of us already knew that."It's MY turn!" insisted Girl#3. Another unnecessary statement.Laci was looking back and forth between #2 and #3, nervously, but not getting off either."But I haven't had my turn!".