“Baby her pussy is SO wet!” you moan wickedly as you panty tease her needy little pussy right in front of me. “Make sure you get that pussy nice...and worked up for me, kitten. Make sure it’s nice and slippery for me.” I caress your face as I watch you pulling on her panties. Pulling her ass up as you slip your white satin between her little pussy lips. And you can see her pussy glisten with fuck-honey. You can just fucking see it. And you just want to reach out and touch….. I pull your head back. I walked back into the house trying to make my way towards the front door. I would walk home it was only a five minute walk if I walked fast.Before I could get to the door Helen and Jenny cornered me by the garage, Helen said I hear you have been fucked by Pauls mighty cock, and now feel you don't want to be part of our little group. I tried to explain I was married and realised I shouldn't have done that it was wrong, but the girls just grabbed my arms and said Geoff come and give us a hand.I. A nervous panic rushed over him as he saw the love of his life turn to him and kiss him encouragingly. “We will get through this honey.” He saw her turn and join the line of women entering the door. She disappeared.Shortly thereafter, three bells rang out. He queued up and join the line of men filing into the back door. When he entered, his eyes adjusted to the dark. He was walking along a curved hallway, almost as if it were curving around something. Periodically on the right he passed. ”“Wonderful. See you tomorrow.”“Tomorrow. He’s dining with Sandra Wynne and some bloke from her department today.”“Well, we need to shop anyway. And we need to decide upon a menu for tomorrow.”“OK. But I’ve got a question. I went from Hauser to C.S. Lewis...”“Narnia?”“No. The Discarded Image. It’s an intro to mediaeval and renaissance literature. There’s a pdf online.”“Oh.”“I thought the literature might lend an insight into the visual art.”“And?...”“And I came upon this list [reading from her.