“Are you wet?” My wife asked. I was dumbstruck. She’s never shown any interest in women before and she was diving in head first. The stranger sh...wed her wet finger to the camera. “Your pussy, I mean.” The stranger reached down off camera for a second. I could see her shift position a little and then she brought her finger back up to camera. It was slick. She pinched her thumb to it and it came away leaving a small string of pussy juice. She pinched her nipple again and rolled it between her wet. Understood?" She nodded, terrified.The man started to undo his jeans, she heard the metallic clang of his belt buckle and the rasp of his zipper. She couldn't see well, but soon she felt the velvety hot tip of his cock near her lips. As first she jerked back, but with a low growl the man grabbed her hair and pulled her in. It was clear she either gave him a blow job or he would hurt her. So she opened her mouth, and slowly took his warm cock into her mouth. He smelled clean, and she was. Lookingdown to see his dick, Marc found he wasn't seeing the hard pecs he wasused to, but looking past a pert pair of tits. It wasn't long beforehe shot off, almost hitting his new bras with cum.Marc knew he didn't have time so he cleaned himself off and then startedpulling off the bra. But he couldn't do it. He just put it on, put allof it on, and didn't want to get out. So he threw on his baggiest oldbeat up sweat short and his loosest sweat pants, along with a pair ofsock to cover the. It's not like her to shut me out either. I'm so confused. I want to help, but I don't know what to do."I nodded. "I'll talk to Bobby some, but I think it would be best if Betty Lou talked to him. They need to get things straightened out between themselves. Maybe you could get Betty Lou to talk to Mary Jo Mason. She might be able to help with things."Amy Sue nodded. "Um, I, um, shoot. I'll understand if you don't want to go out with me now."I put my hand on Amy Sue's. She started and looked up.