"As the sound of Jane's footsteps descended the stairs Isabel splashed water on her face and replaced her panties, noting with further disgust just ho...w wet they were. The hose she consigned to the waste bin, as she realised she had snagged them in her hurry to get at her pussy. 'It must be the champagne, I'm not used to it these days.' Isabel told herself and with that consoling thought she went down to join Jane in the kitchen.As Isabel entered, Jane was just filling her cup and she smiled a. ” I chuckle and reply, “Yeah, it feels damn good. Wanna try it”“Yeah, sure!”His left hand reaches over and he wraps his fingers around my cock. He strokes it gently and slowly slides my hood back and forth over my wet knob. My right hand, of it’s own volition, grasps his cock and begins to stroke it.We continue to stroke each other and in half a minute we are both erect. His cock has grown only slightly bigger but it is so stiff, he could dig clams with it. We take turns glancing towards the. I later learned that he thought the recall drive coupled with the growing discontent when the reps dared to hold town hall meetings might get their attention.And that could have ended it. Ellen Conmy would end up with several thousand more signatures on a recall petition that would lead nowhere.Except the forces of political mischief came out of the woodwork. Four of Ellen’s original volunteers were actually working for financial backers of the Republican politicians who were under siege.What. Sometimes it’s a damn good thing to have employees who can get along without your advice, because the next few days I wasn’t worth much to my business. I won’t go overboard claiming that she had ripped my heart out or something, after all, Brit and I hadn’t been living together for even half-a-year. We didn’t have kids, in fact we weren’t even financially entangled with each other. We shared one credit card for household items to which I had added Brit, you know, for food and incidentals — and.