”“You need to quit trying to hide behind smooth words, Steve. Connie admitted that she slept with you.”“I can’t take your word for that, and...you know it! You could easily say that to try to get me to confirm or deny it. Can we just get past this issue? Please?”“You don’t trust me,” she sighed.“No, I don’t. Remember what we talked about? About trust having to be earned back? This isn’t the way to do it. Accusing me of something and refusing to have a rational discussion about anything else. They were soaked! She had cum as usual. "Do you want me to eat you, mother?" "Not quite yet, thank you honey. I only like that when I make you about to cream and your'e going to take at least an hour, and besidesI had a sympathy cum. No, just hand me that travel bag. Ihave an extra pair of panties in it!" Slipping the sopping wet panties off, she put a fresh pair on,wondering if she should have brought a third pair since the eveningwas just beginning, and held up the drenched pair. . And herewas this older woman who probably went down the same road. At least the wayshe looked at Jenny, somehow gave her that impression. Also she thought thatwith the woman joining her, the hungry looking men in the room might stop strippingher with their gaze. "I'm Paige... Paige Langenkamp" the woman introduced herself. "Jenny" "Jenny?" "Jenny Stanton" "So Jenny Stanton, a girl like you, in a place like this? So who's theguy?" "My fiancé" she sobbed. "Oh, dear... It is true... All men are. We came to a part of the cabin I had never been to. Gail opened a room that could have been connected to Wild Cresent Productions back in Pa. On one side was a hospital bed, on the other a regular bed. TV equipment was everywhere. On the wall were posters. They were the pix she had sent me. One was Gail fisting herself, the other was Gail with two sex toys up her ass. But on the third wall was Gail getting fucked by a dude. ‘Holeee shit! That’s Hammer Man Hank!’ I shouted. ‘How do you know.