For this weekend, I could live that fantasy, I realized. I could be wild and slutty, and then go back to Jacob and be his prim and proper wife. You a...re so beautiful, I whispered to the auburn-haired woman. You, too, the woman responded and then we were kissing again. The woman started kissing and sucking at my neck and over her shoulder I could see Mark and the female chauffeur were kissing as well. No, they were fucking. Mark had her pressed up against the elevator wall, one of her. Barb reached back and placed the head at her opening. Petra felt the slick warmth of her pussy engulf her clit as Barb sat back. Barb arched her back and rode the rigid pole, grinding as hard as she could against it until she was shaking with another orgasm. Collapsing on top of Petra she reached between them to diddle her clit with Petra?s long, hard clit still inside her. ?Can you cum sweetie?? she whispered. ?Yes, and I need to!? Petra laughed. ?Then have your way with me!? Barb yelled as. . we really haven't talked since me and the ex split. So I invited her around back as I could continue closing my pool. She went in telling me how much of a mistake she made marrying James which he used to be a good friend of mine. She went on telling me how much of a douche he was. I asked her why was that. That she was kinky but he'd wanted her to fuck him with a strap on more than he wanted to fuck her. But that wasn't bad enough she'd caught him and her stepbrother fucking. I told her I. It took the two remaining school days of that week and countless hours over the phone before Montana finally came to understand that what I needed most from her was to act as if nothing ever happened; act as if a baby never even existed inside of me. By Monday in the classroom setting, talking with her took my mind completely away from my depression. To be fair, my home-life had improved a lot, but just being there always held that small hint. I intended to wipe that away soon enough.