I crept forward on the seat, surely leaving a trail of sex on my backseat.I sank to my knees, face upturned to his with a questioning look in my eyes....His hand came down swiftly, catching my bruised cheekbone with a yelp as fear returned to my expression.“Do I need to spell it out for you, dumb cunt?” He sneered, raising his hand again to offer me another strike if I didn’t comply. My lips trembled a bit as I shook my head, my hands moving up to his belt buckle and clumsily undid it. The button. It felt awesome. I guess we’ve committed fornication and adultery again.” “Oh, Neal, don’t look so sad. You need to relax and enjoy this. Surrender. Think of me as your sex education teacher. You know, one day when you’re as old as my husband, you won’t think, gee, I wish I hadn’t had so much sex when I was a teenager. No. You’ll wish you had taken advantage of all the opportunities you had to get more pussy. And I want to give you those opportunities, Neal. It makes me so horny when I. When Frank leaned over toward her, Martha leaned towards him thinking he wanted to kiss. Frank stopped just short of her mouth and spoke to her in quite earnest tones."There is something I would really like for you to do for me," he said softly, looking intensely into her eyes."What is that honey?" Martha was captivated by the prettiest eyes she had ever seen."I want you to go into the rest room and take off your panties, then bring them to me." Martha continued to stare into his eyes. Her mind. I followed her downstairs again where she waited at the door while I got my couple of bags in from the car. She insisted on carrying one of them back upstairs for me - determined it seemed to make a fuss of me, as she told me I was the only guest and therefore it would appear the only other person in the house that night.She seemed almost reluctant to leave me, though really at the time I was more than a little tired and didn’t pick up on it. It was only later when I thought about things that I.