‘You weren’t talking about him when you smiled. You were thinking about him.’ My laugh stops mid-flow and my smile fades. ‘Oh shit,’ she sa...ys. ‘Oh shit,’ I say. Neither one of us brings it up again before we part ways, and I’m deep in thought as I’m walking to the subway, when I get a text message on my phone. The number looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t place it. It says ‘I miss you.’ I feel sick as the numbers connect to a name in my head. I write back ‘Who is this?’ I wait holding my. She began more active and excited Me: you mean ,you like to be a prostiute ?Wife: of course not!!!!! I am not interested in money.Me:so if it's only the concept make you horny that mean you like to be a slutWife: yes maybe just thinking about it now make me more excited please fuck me hard I began to build the fantasy to let here imagin I am not her husband anymore Me : how do you like to be picked up from the street or from a special clubWife: What do you mean by special clubMe: it's a super. He couldn't believe this was his daughter's best friend; he'd had mature women his own age who hadn't dressed as hotly and as openly seductive as Annie was dressed. It was what Bud called the "redneck fuck-me" style. Annie was braless and he bet "panty-less" with only her T-shirt and a pair of very snug jeans that showed off her shapely young teenage body.Bud noticed how Annie was trying to thrust her chest out, bringing more emphasis to her nicely shaped full tits without making it appear too. Leaving about 15 left in. As it got lower this young blonde girl had hitch up her dress. Mrs C wasn’t the only woman here with no knickers on. As she went under you got a very clear view of her shaved pussy. It was a few more drops of the bar before Mrs C need to move her dress. Most the guys had positioned them selves so the could see the women coming under the bar. As Mrs C lines up hitched her dress up to nearly the top of her thighs she dropped to the floor. With that I heard Sam next to me.