"Well, I heard you were living in New Orleans these days?"Ah. "I'm fine," he said. "I evacuated before the storm, and my neighborhood didn't get hit v...ry bad. My fridge was the worst of it, personally. It's --" Oh no, I know," she said, "I know. I googled you. There's -- I checked lists of missing people and everything, it said you were in Texas?" Yeah, I evacuated to Texas until things blew over." Yeah, I saw that on the message board thing. And that you'd moved back. You can find like. I’ll send you our photos! xoxo”Wait, no. Do I really want to send xoxo? Feeling frustrated at her indecisiveness, Sarah hit the send button before she could erase the message. Right afterwards, she began to feel some panic building within her. Shaking her head, she decided to send the photos from San Francisco. Thumbing through her photo gallery, she picked the best photo of the two of them. Well, not quite the best. The best was the one where she kissed Liz, but she didn’t want to send that. "Anita drew some papers from the case and said quietly to Betty, as if shewas a bit hesitant too, "You will recognize this as Bob's cheque book,please sign one cheque, the top one only, with his usual signature'R.J.Burns'. Betty did so and Jennifer's outstretched hand took the bookform her and put it back in the case. Next it was a building society formto be signed and after that an insurance company policy. Betty realizedthat these papers would enable Anita to have access to Bob's accounts,but. And it wasn't long before his hand went up under my tee shirt, played there a while til it moved to pull up the hem on my denim skirt. We both could tell how wet my panties were when he rubbed me there. He pulled them aside and went to work.His fingers were doing everything they needed to do, on the lips, on my clit and up inside me. A deeply suppressed squeal, caught the attention of the folks three rows up, but they only glanced briefly. We two thirty-somethings had our orgasms and collapsed.