Poor Heather. She doesn't know what lies ahead of her within the maw of my deviously creative mind.She walked into the bedroom wearing simple sweatpan...s and a T-shirt that was rather loose on her. Her deliciously tight ass swayed along with her hips as she walked, the fabric of her pants occasionally relocating itself between her cheeks indifferently, only to be pulled free with her next step. Her petite frame was hidden beneath the shirt, yet defined itself as the garment shifted on her. Maybe I'll get bored with you too. I'd drop you like a hot rock, if I even thought that Ryan would find out about us, but as long as he's clueless, we're on."I sat there holding the phone for a few minutes after they'd hung up. I heard Rhonda walking through the house and quickly went back outside. I walked around the house and came back in through the front door as if I hadn't been there."Hey babe," she smiled as I walked in. She came over to me and reached up for a kiss. I studied her face.. I thanked her for the compliment at about the same time that the maid returned with three cosmopolitans which she deftly served in spite of her own towering heels. Jane asked, more like demanded, that I sit oppositee her on the couch and catch her up on how I came to be sitting in her living room so dressed. Over the next two hours I gave her the unabridged version starting with my compulsion to set my hair in my mother’s rollers when I was home alone in high school and proceeding up through my. But what a way to go!" She frowned a bit. "Don hasn't done that to me in years, and he was never that good at it. But the bastard certainly doesn't mind if I go down on him. He even has a sick joke about it. He calls it a '68'. He says, 'How about a 68? You eat me, and I'll owe you one.'"Shannon looked as though she were about to cry again. I pulled her close to me and kissed her neck. "Don't cry, pretty Shannon. I'll never let anyone hurt you again."She pushed away and looked at me very.