Looking at them, she musta been hot. Fat girls don’t wear these.Silk bras, about C-cup I was guessing. Some shiny leggings, probably a size too smal...l for me. Had pink and girly patterns, purple, off white and other colors, Things I would never wear.Next drawer down had shirts. Picking one up it was tee shirt fabric. At least that would t be bad. I put it on. It was short sleeve and pulled down to the bottom of my ribs leaving my mid rift exposed. That’s as far as the shirt would go. Great I. ..because of that African guy who had this kind of cult?" That's them," my wife replied. "So, the same young black guy we saw a lot over at Anna and her husbands place; the one who obviously fathered the baby; I think he's doing the same thing with Cheryl and Doug now." Seriously?" Oh yes," she replied, and there was still that curious note of agitation (or was it envy) in her voice as she related all this."Hmm," I said, feeling that same erotic reaction on hearing this as I'd often felt during. Kathy also had a good enough relationship with her boss that her absence, for up to two weeks, would not count against her sick or vacation time, of which she actually had plenty of both, and which could be used in a lengthier emergency.For now, the idea of a week's absence from work (paid) suited her just fine.Garry let us back off at our no-tell motel dive and he tried not to look too disappointed when he wasn't invited come back inside with us to play. Kathy and I stripped and got back into. My own orgasm was somewhere behind, but I was fairly certain that the sight, sound, and feel of her coming would be sufficient to put me over the edge. A few more strokes and she wailed into the orgasm. I held her tighter as I kept her moving, because her limbs were flopping around somewhat. She was punctuating her moans with a grunt every time she bottomed out, and finally responded enough to tighten her hold on my shoulders. When she realized that I had not come yet, she brought her face in.