Okay, I can try something else. I have the number in my phone's history. I dial it.Happy voice. Brindy. "Hi, Carlita." Hello, Brindy," I say. "I am wi...hout husband. I think Pat is working..." She is," Brindy said."Are you at her house?" Yes." Brindy sounded cautious. "Why?" We are neighbors and friends. And alone. Would you like to have coffee with me?" Oh! Gosh, thank you, Carlita. That is very nice. Your house or mine?"I noticed that she said 'my house' when she is staying at Pat's house, so,. “Mmm, you’re gaping so nicely, and I can see Dave’s sperm in your ass,”Then she lowered her head and started licking as deep as she could in my abused arsehole. I could hear her slurping and swallowing Dave’s cum. Dave untied me from the silk scarves that restrained me. Mandy gave my ass cheeks a slap as she turned me over and slid herself up my body, and then she kissed me. I could taste Dave’s cum on her lips and tongue. It was a little saltier than my own but I still liked the taste. What. In pussy eating! What the hell does that mean?"I laughed and then took a sip of my beer. "That's what they say Lisa, what can I tell you?" I can't believe this crap. God you men are all alike, you think that you're God's gift to the opposite sex when you're nothing but a means to an end. If you eat pussy as good as you write sports Ray it's no wonder you don't have a girlfriend. I mean who in the hell would want to go out with such a looser anyway?"Now she had my full attention, a challenge of. " he searched for a word, " ... that. I just do." I know," I hugged him. "I felt so lonely for a moment. I was trying to convince myself that I was dead and for just a second it felt like I was." I didn't know if I could explain this, but I was so excited that I had to try. "I felt nothing at all and my heart ... It stopped, I think."My husband looked at me."What?" I asked, giggling and feeling foolish."I don't want you to die." I know that, we're just ... Pretending, right?" I kissed.