"I didn't know she was serious about anyone. Engaged, huh. Well, I don't expect an invite to the wedding." No, I guess not," I said quietly, allowing ...nother pause before venturing onto uncertain ground."She told me what happened between you two."He nodded. "I'm not surprised. She was pretty pissed with me. It wasn't like she didn't give me a chance. More than one, in fact." She told me that too." I was stupid, but I guess I'm a slow learner. Probably shouldn't be married in the first place.". " I won't have much to do on that one," Inez noted. Then, turning to Evie, she said with a giggle, "Better get to work re-learning that sax solo, Chiquitita." Chiquitita?" I blurted out, my tone expressing equal parts curiosity and bemusement."It's kind of a nickname or term of endearment I have for Evie," explained Inez.It sounded familiar to me, and I soon made the connection. "Wait a minute," I said. "Isn't that the title of an Abba song?" It is," Evie confirmed. "It's pretty much our theme. Don’t concern yourself at all if this happens more frequently. It is better for you.”“I understand. I will enjoy it because I deserve it. Too bad for him.”“That’s the spirit! Jane, tell me. Is there anything that Chris does that annoys you? That makes you angry?” said Helen.“Yes. Of course. Sometimes he doesn’t clean up after himself. And sometimes he leaves a puddle around the toilet. And sometimes he doesn’t do enough laundry,” Jane said with an annoyed tone of voice.“Yes. Of course these are. Suddenly, grabbing my wrist, she pulled my hand from my pussy and slowly forced it up. Inch by inch my wet fingers were traveling towards my mouth as I tried to tell myself to stop her. It was no use, my hand was limp in her grasp as the inevitable approached.Neither one of us spoke until my wet fingers reached my mouth, at that time a moan escaped my lips and Kristy pushed one of my wet fingers inside my mouth while watching it intently. My lips closed around it and so did my eyes, I sucked.