’ I sat down on the kitchen chair and crossed my legs. Martin’s eyes flicked to my thighs. ‘You always were good at that, being a bitch with mum...and dad.’ I could see a slight tremble in his hand as he lifted the glass to his lips. ‘And to you when I found out what you planned, God Martin, stop staring at my legs, I’m not your wife anymore, go stare at hers,’ I said coldly. ‘She has gone out, with her friends,’ he said, and then gulped his drink. I couldn’t resist it now. The way he just stood. .where it went to? Well, I found out."As I said I was just a few steps from the bottom when it opened and who should appear but 'Miss A', our landlady. As you recall, we had met her only once before and as it turned out she was here for the summer as she was finished teaching at her college for the year. Let's just say I was startled and tried to cover myself with my hands as best I could and started to make some sort of excuse as to why I was coming down the stairs between the apartments. Humans have no instincts anymore. Unlike a newborn giraffe which can run within an hour of being born, everything we do is taught…Yet have you ever seen a woman get pushed onto a bed? Have someone climb on top of her? How about how natural it is for a woman on her hands and knees to naturally arch their back?Her legs spread. Her hips rise to allow access. Her hips turn so as to present her vagina for penetration. These things are the closest things to instinct we have, and a woman's is to. I know a little dirt side road that’s close and it goes down by a thicket of trees and a small creek. He can suck our cocks there, and you can go first if you want to. And hell, if he does a good job, maybe we can introduce him to some of our friends.”I got into the back seat and we headed for the trees by the creek, and it was only a couple of minutes away. I had opened my door and was getting out when Angel spoke to me from the passenger side of the front seat saying, “Come on around here,.