Second this bitch had committed herself to a relationship with me and now was fucking me over like this. I reached over and held her face and pulled i... upwards till her eyes were looking right into mine and spoke softly so that only she could hear. "You are nothing but a dirty low class slut who will never amount to anything in this world. You put my life at risk to have some fun on the side rather than trying to talk to me and solve the problem the best way we could. If when I go to the doctor. Cindy cleared her throat and softly spoke. "It's okay if you want to stop. I know that I probably caught you off-guard..." Diane looked up and saw the hopefulness and concern in Cindy's eyes and answered with a twinkle. "Oh no you don't. You're not going to back out now, Missy. Now that I've finally got you where I want you." Diane's fingers, which had been making light feathery movements under Cindy's bra, finally gained the courage to lift the fabric of the bra away, and her breath caught in. "Wow! I was shocked. I knew Gail was sexually open but I didn't see her fantasizing about another man. Our sex life was perfect I thought and, even if I beat off during the day, I had enough stamina to keep her satisfied. At least I thought so, but apparently that was not true. My sexy wife was finger fucking herself for Keith and I now knew that he was jerking his rod and then pulsing his cum shot directly towards her as she watched him. I wondered if they had managed to go further than. You want to look like your eighteen. Whalla! For all intent and purposes, they make you look like an eighteen-year-old. You want to spend an evening decked out in full Playboy Bunny regalia, and I'll be damned if they don't go and do that for you too." "Yeah... So what's your point?" "My point is: should you ever want to be a mother, I'd be willing to bet that those high heels of yours will move Heaven and Earth to comply with your wishes. However, though I can't prove a damn thing, I.