”“I’m pretty sure it is a sin,” Gary said.“I’m doing the best I can in the circumstances given, I just can’t live like this anymore, eit...er we change or it’s over Gary. I’m sorry.”“But we can change, without doing this!”“That option is gone Gary, so it is best that you stop thinking about it. This is the new reality.”“This is crazy, who told you that THIS was a solution to our marriage problems.”“I’ve been doing a lot of research on the internet about alternative lifestyles, but it was. Her panties were so drenched by now they felt like a second, sticky, moist skin.And then the skirt dropped at her feet. She knew now that if there was a person or persons present beside her husband, they could now see her in her lingerie. She was now standing blindfolded, in her bra, her soaking panties, a garter belt, and a pair of nylons. No doubt the panties were so wet they must be almost see-through, clinging to her crotch, the slit must be pretty much outlined by the wet material. The. .. this was happening... Bridget had come over the day before to get answers, and to threaten her neighbors into leaving her family alone. But once she’d entered that house, she’d forgotten all about her reasons for going there, as all the tits and cocks on display had shocked her into a momentary stupor. They were filming a gang bang for Diana, and Bridget spent the afternoon watching her get fucked six ways to Sunday by eight men.Diana didn’t have much time to talk but Triss did, and once Bee. He sat down at a table by the window and to his amazement the girl who had taunted him unmercifully at school, came straight over and blurted out, “You’re Laurence Cowlishaw – ain’t you? I thought you’d gone to America.”His jaw dropped a mile and he stammered incoherently, but whatever he said was lost in the enthusiastic garble of Theresa. She said she never forgot a face, and then insisted he had some coffee and cake in the house. Sitting across from him she rolled those big blue eyes just.