He's a piece of trash."John got out of the car and walked into the building. Hewas sure that people were staring at him as he walked upthe stairs. He ...alked in and there was a message waiting onthe answering machine."Hello." The message said. "This is Nina Brent, Susan'ssocial worker. She and I have been talking for sometime. Ipromised that you'd know how Susan felt. Call me. 555-8862."He picked up the phone and dialed the number. She answeredimmediately."Nina Brent." She said."This is John. It was back up to the room after dinner where they watched a pay-per-view movie that both had wanted to see but one they couldn't take the children to.They had laid on the bed, side by side, just like they did at home every night during Leno. They didn't speak. When the last guest had come out, Jack rolled onto his side facing her and laid his hand on his wife's belly and started rubbing. Carrie turned to look at him and he softly whispered "I love you" to her.Carrie smiled and told him that. “Oh, Em, I’m so happy for you. See, I told you that the online dating was a great idea,” Jess said.“I already knew him anyway!” Emma exclaimed with a giggle. Jess responded with a raspberry in Emma’s ear.“Details,” was all she said.“K, Jess, I’ll let you get back to sleeping. Talk to you tomorrow,” Emma said.“Ok, goodnight, Em.”The next morning, Emma was sitting in class, reflecting on her night with Brent. She was so high with giddiness that she caught herself smiling like an idiot in. There was no other way from this point. We needed all of each other, together. We kissed, groped and fondled into a side on sixty-nine. Nothing spared. Everything given. Taste and touch escalating toward orgasms. Denny was munching on my pussy and now fingering my arsehole. My sacred off limits arsehole. Denny had one finger in, then two fingers. It was heavenly. I was sexually spellbound. I loved my arse. I loved Denny. She burrowed into my arse in filthy smutty delight. And I took it all.