“What your name?” I asked.“Shanice,” she answered.“Typical,” I said. “Just a normal ghetto spade name.”I could see the anger in her ey...s, even more than that scowl, a look of hatred burned into me. She turned off the shower and stepped on the cold tiled floor. Taking a towel from the rack, Shanice dried herself. She wanted to say something, but the dark pixy held her tongue. Her form, the perfection of her taut body, watching her bathe herself, and the expectation of what was to come had me on. I pointed the golf club at the guy and narrowed my eyes at him, "get the fuck out of my house now!"He took one look at Amanda and jumped out of the bed and gathered the few clothes lying about the floor. As he scurried about I got a look of him, he was smaller height wise than me and of average build. He ran off out the room, fumbling with his clothes trying to put them on. "Robbie please?" Amanda's voice was a whimper. "I said shut up" I growled. Her face was pale as the tears streamed down. Teasing her hot pussy with my tongue, flicking her hard clit, loving the taste of her juices on my tongue… Fuck she tasted so good! I moved up to suck on her perfect nipples… she moved under me reaching for my cock but I wouldn’t let her touch it. Right now I was tasting every inch of her body. I moved from her tits to her mouth, damn she could kiss… hot sexy, wet … lots of tongue, so hot she was making my cock harder and harder… I flipped her over so I could kiss down her back til I got to her. She knew that despite an unbridled love for her husband, she liked fucking Larry.She thought, “No. Not just fucking him, but sucking him, allowing him into places she’d never let my husband go.”The beauty on such a patio is that one does not have to keep a conversation going. Nobody’s going anywhere, so lines can just hang out there as long as one wished. So it was with Greg’s (faux?) compliment.Both knew that she had to respond, but was careful not to mention her lover’s name.She instead.