Her voice was husky. Excitement shined in her eyes and her cheeks reddened. I was too aroused to control myself. I uttered a whispery croak: “Whatev...r you want.” Without a word Megan stood, unbuttoned her shorts, and let them drop. She stepped out of them and sat on the edge of her chair and spread her thighs. A warm earthy odor filled my nostrils and inflamed my brain. I went for her crotch like a starving wolf. My trembling fingers opened her. My tongue found the swollen nub and my finger. Molly had two cats. One was all white and she called it Angel. The other was a jet black kitty with green eyes that answered to the name of Scotty. They followed her wherever she went except she did not permit them to go with her when she was delivering the fish and other seafood items to the customers in the neighborhood. She stayed mostly in the poorer section of the city because the higher class folks generally only consumed products obtained by their servants at a much higher price per. " she started to say as his hands grabbed her shoulders and he pushed her down until she was leaning across the flat surface of the piece of furniture she was against.In a voice she knew only too well he said, "I told you that I knew the time and place slut and here you are." He forced her legs apart and lifted her dress up to her waist. He ran his hands over her ass and she heard him chuckle and then say in his disguised voice, "Looky here, no panties. The slut planned on getting some dick. "Remember that short video your friend sent you years back?" she asked her husband as they lay in bed. The effects of her fourth radiation treatment had dwindled and she felt like playing. This pleased Chris to no end. Most women in their late forties didn't feel like having sex with her husband. This was not true with Gabrielle. She seldom said no to him and only after her illness was too much for her. She seemed to like her sexcapades with him at least four to five times a week. She kept him.