‘In fact,’ he murmured, ‘Ever since I laid eyes on you, I’ve found it quite impossible to stop.’ My body went numb. I opened my mouth to res...pond, but all that came out was a shaky breath. I found myself no longer caring if his effect on me was physically evident. He leaned in toward me, and I felt our lips brush. ‘What do you want, Clara?’ You, I thought. I want you to touch me. I want you to take this dress off and feel my skin. I want your lips all over my body, exploring every inch of me. I. That was Brenda's way. No matter how many times she'd been guilty of deceit, she always believed she was deserving of every possible benefit of the doubt. Even when she was guilty, it always upset her that people would question her about these things. She seemed to feel that no one should be upset with her behavior, not if she wasn't upset by it."The guy has been sleeping over at your house for a week, and I'm just now hearing about it? Did you tell Joyce that Gary was visiting?" No, why would. Both women noticed. But of course neither said anything to the other as they stared at the front of his pants, which bulged. That bulge was ominous to the younger woman, which is understandable. To Mindy, though, it was more interesting than dangerous looking. Not that she had any plans to investigate. That simply wasn’t the mood of the moment. But she still noticed. And in this situation, her unconscious mind interpreted that bulge much differently than she might have had he been whole, and. I couldn't focus on my driving--mesmerized by the scene in the mirror where I saw his hand lift her wedding dress high enough to present me with a view of her cunt with his cock in it.I brought the car to a halt just before crashing through a barrier running alongside the road."What the fuck!" Frank roared."Everything all right back there?" I called out without looking back over my shoulder."Yes," Denise replied, "everything's fine, just trying to get comfy in this dress." I'm sorry, but you.