Since I wasn't really dressed for a night on the town, we stopped at the men's shop. They had a respectable Klein suit. They wanted to alter the fit, ...but I told them I'd wear it tonight and leave it for them after. They measured and noted what was needed. I took the suit with me. We then stopped at the Boutique. Suzie got an emerald green sheath dress, one strap with a slit up the opposite side from the floor to within reach of the Promised Land. It was satin and smooth. She bought a strapless. Ben even asked what her problem was and to stop fidgeting. It was decided that she would go home first then someone would come over later to bring her back, so she could pack a suitcase.The rest of their visit went well. Betty's dress seemed to have dried. The dried cum I left on her chest must have itched as I spotted her a couple of times scratching her boob area. The dripping cum from her pussy had dried up long before. If you leaned in you could smell the dried cum on her, but that seemed. " I excused myself to the bathroom for a lotion sampler so I could at least masturbate comfortably while this incredible man continued to take charge of my wife's body and provide her pleasure like I would be entirely inadequate to do. Sherri was screaming with ecstasy as he took 10 inch full strokes, withdrawing the mushroomed purple cock head each time. It was almost as if to remind me of what he was doing and how well he was doing it with each powerful and oversized thrust. Sherri reached. ”“Unbelievable.” I could hear Daisy shaking her head. “Lose my number, Aaron. Don’t ever call me or talk to me again. Don’t ever talk to my sister either. Stay away from us. You don’t deserve her.” With that, the dial tone met my ears.You don’t deserve her. What a hell of a quote to end an entire pseudo-friendship on. I found the nearest chair I could and sat down in it, my body sprawled, my head facing the ceiling. What if I was a rapist? What if I genuinely violated an innocent little flower?.