“From what we know, your husband is a good man and very true to his marriage vows. On the other hand, you are a hypocrite that cheats on her husband...with a young man who may not even be of legal age. We want these charges dropped, or there will be consequences.”With a look of defeat in her posture and face, Mrs. Breckinridge asked, “What do I tell my husband to get him to drop the charges?”“Tell him you made a big mistake. Tell him I am a cheap floozy who wants to fuck as many men as I can. But. She pulled the tops of her hose down below the level of her ass, and motioned me forward. She had me tuck my cock in her bare asscrack and we both began rocking back and forth. When a considerable amount of friction built up, she squirted edible oil on her asscrack and my cock. When I started squeezing my cock in and out of the depths of her crack it felt better than any conventional fucking, except maybe anal. When I started to pick up the pace, cruising toward my intended cum launch on her. Daphne saw it; then she started to not like me. I think she got scared I’d mess things up between the two of you.Cale I’m sorry. I got mad. I got so mad I decided to get even. One night just before you and she were to get married I talked her into going with me to a private spot where we could talk; you might know it, the place up by the lake. She trusted me. She never believed I would do anything to hurt you or her. She was wrong.I got her out by the lake and I abused her. Cale I raped your. §§§ The following Friday had been leaden and coolly overcast, then alternately heaving and steadily raining throughout the afternoon, and would do so all that evening, when Maggie dialed the downstairs studio number: “Hey love …” he answered. “Hey baby, I’m calling from your place. You coming up soon?” “Yeah. Anything on cable?” “I haven’t checked. Ten minutes?” “See ya then.” Maggie closed the phone and opened a window. She took a last look through the video.