"Sorry, what?"Jessica wondered what he meant then realised, "Sorry, sir." I can see where your pussy is making your panties wet", said Tom, softly. "A...little wet patch right underneath, right here." Tom didn't touch her but she could sense his finger was close. "Is that where you wanted my face? Did you think I would want to smell your cunt through your panties?" Yes," said Jessica, "Yes, I did." Did you imagine me pulling your panties down over your arse, down to your knees, unable to help. ‘There is a great deal of difference, at least to me.’ He stepped into the house behind her, closed the door, and put his hand on her shoulder to turn her around. ‘Fucking is insensitive, unemotional, and there’s no pleasure in it. It’s a body function like breathing or pissing.’ Janet’s eyes searched his face, waiting for some sign that he was joking or not really being serious. When she saw the sincerity of his belief, she asked, ‘You’re serious, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes, I am. Do you think we could. Then Becky could verbally and physically show all four of them her wholehearted approval. The turning point was recent. Becky silently coming upon Trevor in the darkened study, his back to the door as he gazed out the large window, Becky could see his face reflected in the window – tears streaming down his face as the television, turned down low, broadcasted the latest terrible disaster or the death of another service member. Then there were the times when she had awakened feeling hot tears on. ’ She replied. ‘Now kiss me before the song finishes.’ **** Three songs later and Eric Douglas was on his way to getting seriously drunk. As he sat at the head table nursing his drink, Leah sat down next to him, wrapped her arms around him and planted a kiss on his cheek. ‘What was that for?’ ‘Consider it a thank you for being here.’ Leah replied. She noticed the glum look on Eric’s face. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘I…I think that Alison is having an affair.’ The words just blurted out of Eric’s mouth..