.he went to the bar and came back with doubles and he we chatted for awhile.. I was about to get the next round when he said sorry I have to go I am m...eting my wife at her office do as well, maybe we could meet up in the New Year unless you care to join us tonight,the smile on his face he knew I was interested,I looked at him his hand stroked my leg under the table he whispered you have got a hard on have nt you. I just smiled ..he said your thinking off fucking my wife are nt you...he was in. Why can’t you support me for a change?’ ‘You come and tell me he cheated on you and I’ll tell you he’s a rotten bastard. Do you really expect me to condone what you’ve done? I can’t even think of enough adjectives to describe what an awful thing that was to do. At least he hasn’t left you.’ ‘He still could.’ ‘It would serve you right.’ ‘Mother! How about some support? I can’t talk about this with you. I’m getting off.’ Shouldn’t your own parents take your side once in a while? Why couldn’t. At first, Miranda thought Candy would simply straddle her hips, however, Candy instead laid down opposite her instead. "Spread your legs." Shocked, Miranda spread her thighs wide, feeling her juices dripping down her thighs, the satin panties already as wet as they could be. The blonde then spread her thighs wide, moving in a mirror image of Miranda. Scooting closer, Candy then twisted her right leg, placing it over Miranda's thigh. "Lift up your leg," Candy whispered, grabbing Miranda's left. She fished a $50 bill out of her purse,then chucked it on the table. "You don't think the waitress would mindthis, right?" Fuck that, K! Let's get going!" Tracy said as she clicked her heelsout of the bar, coat and rolling suitcase in hand. The other two ladiescaught up with her with their various possessions, then made their wayto the bank of elevators. Miss K took the initiative to press a buttonfor an elevator, and the three moved with a purpose onto the elevator.The air was tense, as.