I told you before I wanted to talk to you more.”“You didn’t tell me that. Mom and Dad came home and you ran out of my room.”“Fine, well I me...ant to tell you that I needed to talk more.”“OK, I don’t know what’s on your mind. But this continues to be the weirdest day of my life.”“Mine too, for sure. But like I said, chill. I just want to talk to you.” Nicole let silence fill the air for a moment before she continued speaking softly. “I’m not sure where to start. But I have to tell you this first.. I stood up, and unbuckled my shorts, let them drop and stepped out of them. The height of the washing machine was perfect, and I took my rock-hard cock in hand and positioned it at the slippery entrance of her pussy. Once I got it positioned, I just pressed forward a little and the wobbling of the washing machine did the rest. Inch by inch, my cock sank into her tight little pussy with only minimal resistance. A big smile spread across her face and she wrapped her legs around my back. The. That was one of the things that Sandra loved most about Jeanette; her approach to everything in life was as though her personality by default was set to cheerful and contented happiness, with a willfulness and perennial optimism that could cajole even the most resistant, or disheartened soul to find their glass-half-full. Yet Jeanette was also thoughtful and indefatigably patient, and gifted with a romantic mind given to creativity and a wistful introspection which somehow never became self. Quickly, Bette padded down to the bathroom at the end of the hall, past Ken's and Tony's bedrooms, and washed her face and applied fresh makeup to her pain-etched face. Then, composed, she returned to the guest room, relocked the door, and lay down once more on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.Grimly, she forced her mind to examine the situation with cold, careful rationality. She had to do something she couldn't just allow this wanton act that she had viewed to be forgotten, she couldn't.