But has it occurredto you that your so-called best friend enticed your husband intoour bed?" Yes, the possibility of enticement did occur to me, but t...at doesnot excuse your compliant lustful stupidity. You men are all alike,allowing your pricks to think for you."*********************The bridge club met on the third Saturday of the month. Missyhosted a four table duplicate bridge tournament with the resultsgoing into the ACBL for tabulation. I was never a partner, but Iwas responsible for. I was confused by the whole thing and kept mentally referring back to that David Duchovney movie. She didn’t seem the least bit disturbed by what she had done. No pesky morals getting in the way. No bell going off inside her head saying, ‘Hey! You just killed your baby!’ None of that. If anything she seemed kind of proud about it. Almost euphoric. She asked me if I had ever done it, and I said no. When pressed to give an explanation of why, I told her simply, I could never have a child. That. “Huh? Again?”“I thought he stopped? Well, whatever. He’s obviously not getting along with Skinner. So maybe that’s all it is. He wants to play in the band but he can’t deal with the guy.”“That’s the weird thing though ... I mean, sure, Skinner is over the top, and he can be blunt and even annoying sometimes, but it’s not like he’s there picking on Pete, you know? We usually have a good time at rehearsals. I mean, that time you showed up was a little awkward, but it’s usually not like that. He’s. With this Cindi cried out, “put something up there I wanted filled with something”. At this point her cunt could have parked a car it was so wide. Cindi wondered to herself about how low she had gone from just a short while ago, when she was the height of prim and proper. She had been exposed to sex in a way she had never been before and found no shame in receiving beautiful fulfilling orgasms in anyway she could. She had done without for so long that she was now like a sex machine, once turned.