"Let's try thatagain."I knocked. There was another muffled skitter as the dog jumped and beganyapping anew. My heart pounded as the door opened."Oh, h..., Slut," said Evan, smiling. "Funny seeing you here." H-hi, Evan," Fuck, I felt like a schoolgirl on her first date. "CanI... can I come in?" Of course."Okay, I had gotten here. Somehow this crazy plan had worked. Now what?What did I say? How the hell was I supposed to confide to Evan abouteverything that had happened? I had been so angry. ‘Now, isn’t that comfortable? Everything is quite normal, and we are just an ordinary old couple, taking in the air. Now, just let me help you enjoy yourself.’ With that he slighly put his hand under her volumous skirt, between the missing slat and started fingering her very moist hairy cunt. ‘Simon, this is delightful and if you will excuse my language, fucking horny. Now do you prefer short burst like this (releasing an intense short piss steak) or a long one?’‘No, short ones are lovely.. Surely you know that by now?’ The smile in her eyes when she said it, her smile said it all. Her Alex. My Amelia. I think we’d both fallen in love, somewhere between the rope and the wheels and the veil. Strange, that we say fallen. For us, it seemed to happen more side by side with a stillness, a circling, an enrapture. Perhaps you only fall if there’s a safety net. With Amelia, whose whole life was a plummet, headlong and fearless, was our love only a moment, suspended and timeless before we. I luckily pulled up another queen and bet 2 more chips. He matched the bet, but only had a pair of eight’s. I won, Heather was still rocking on my lap. ?That’s 20 for my wife’s ass,? Dave noted. Sharon was still quietly sobbing, but it somehow sounded like a slightly relieved sob at the moment knowing she‘d won a minor reprieve. Having enjoyed seeing my wife strip over Dave’s knee to avoid some strokes, and having always wanted to see Heathers firm 36 D’s (even though I’m an ass man,.