” I spit but my argument gets turned around when he slips the finger in my mouth as I speak, rubbing it against my tongue. His other hand is doing a...similar action down below, pressed inside and rubbing against the roof. I so want to bite down on his finger, hard.The finger in my mouth is removed but the other doesn’t, in fact a second one joins it. I bite my lip to stop a groan, feeling it spread a little. I can almost feel the breath between my legs as he kneels, looking at it, rubbing those. Lori started the engine and was about to pull away. She knew she must be a sight, with her hair pulled out of place and a flushed look on her face, but she wanted to see what his wife was like. What the 'fat bitch' was like.Lori's heart sank.Waiting to greet her man, wasn't a late 40's looking, fat slob of a woman. It was a beautiful twenty-something looking brunette, with long hair and a purple dress! Her figure looked amazing."Fuck me."it was out her mouth before she could think. She lip-read. "Tessa grabbed the paper from him almost as soon as he pulled it out of his pocket. The message from her boss was simple. "Enjoy your vacation." How long have you been planning this?" she asked as she fanned out all the papers in her hand."Not nearly long enough. I only found out about the promotion three weeks ago. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to pull it off." Well, you certainly did. I can barely believe this is real. Are you hiding any more surprises in those pockets?" Well, there is. Lonnie said he thought Claire was twenty-eight, she told him she was thirty-one. She guessed he was twenty-four, he said ‘No, I’ll be twenty-six in two months’.“I’ll try to remember that.”“Well, it looks like we’re both aging well.”Claire leaned forward laughing and squeezed his knee when she did so.The only times that their meetings became the least bit tense was when Claire would bring up religion, and try to get him to come to church. Every few months she’d bring it up, Lonnie would feel.