When she put the orange cat outside, he let her know he was not pleased.She drove to Beziers and spent some time buying groceries and wine. She looked...in a few clothing store windows, dodging the occasional raindrops, but felt no need to shop.'I'll come back when it's nicer, not so wet, ' she thought. On her way home, she recalled her earlier promise to visit Sandy Duvin's new store, and turned in. There were parking spaces in front, next to a forbidding wire fence. A gate with a security. Feels so good Jimmie. ...can't stop. ...hand's above my stocking now; ....fingers on my thigh. OOOuuuu, ...pinching my leg, Jimmie. ...pussy's so wet. Ohhhhh!" Jessica slouched lower on the bench and spread her legs wider to give Marcus full access to her pussy. "Jessica, pleeeeaaase. Don't do this!" Jim tried to be defiant as he knew that his wife's bare pussy was exposed to the assaulting fingers. But, for some unexplained reason his body was responding to their depraved actions, and Jim's. Since I was single the worst thing that could happen is that word got out I was fucking a younger woman. As I saw it, that would only make my stock go up with the local ladies since no one wants you when you’re single. Plus I knew she had to fuck if she was seeing a married man because no married man would waste time if he wasn’t getting something. She learned from me that I had a steady job and my own place. We made plans for her to come over to my place the following afternoon. She was. " Peter? Matthew?" asked McCock."Later" said both ladies in unison, with Sally going on, "this is far more important." We don't want to lose you." persisted Nan."Shelly already has lost her man" McCock pointed out in hard tones.Sir Lancelot coughed,"Ladies, shall we postpone the family argument until you get home? Let me give you a bit of medical history which, I think is relevant, and I will then go on to what I might be able to do for Mr McCock.Early in the twenty first century, research.