"That was from Jill" she laughed and took the joint from my fingers,"Wow, did she kiss you like that?"Taking my hand, she guided it beneath her skirt ...nd I felt the wetness in her panties,"She did that too" she giggled and took a long pull from the joint.I watched as she inhaled the smoke and held it for several long seconds in her lungs, before breathing it out slowly, a wide smile grew across her face and she parted her legs lewdly."Beautiful" she laughed, "That went straight to my cunt"She. He has a hickey that would send a normal man to intensive care and his pants aren't even buttoned all the way up. He opens the door and invites me into his little hideaway in the Amazon Rain Forrest - by name no less; and then you come running out, in a T-shirt that barely covers your beaver, screaming my name, with what looks like a gang-bang's worth of come sliding down your thigh."I'm sure you two were just talking about me," she said, but she didn't sound too upset."We were, I promise we. He just didn’t know how far I wanted to push myself. I was already in costume—that half mask with black feathers, this short, black trench coat, and black heels with NOTHING else. When I stepped out of the car and unbuttoned all the buttons, I flashed Tom to remind him I was naked under the coat then quickly tied the belt loosely and walked off with an exaggerated hip sway. I looked back and saw his wicked grin as he loosened his slacks.”“I’m guessing you brought your costume here for a reason.. All of us have our reasons, and none of us can judge anyone but ourselves. My husband hadn’t judged me, or so I believed, he’d accepted what I told him and had treated me as he’d felt necessary. My acceptance of that was necessary to me. I felt my heart stop as the elevator doors opened. I was determined to say nothing to my husband about Paul and I could only hope that he wouldn’t notice anything wrong. But I’d never been good at hiding things, at lying. Guilt poured out of me like blood from.