I pull her panties to the side --seeing her wet gash --- and also 2 red lines across her bum cheeks !!! i run my finger along her slit and show Mick -...-- then i taste her -- mmmmmmmm fuckin wonderful ... Now Missy he says --- bend over !! --- why me she's the slut !!! Bend over he says !!! i bend next to Tasha -- she is still bent ---- whack i hear the stroke but feel nothing --- he's hit her ass again this time she falls on the bed ... Mick just taps my bum and says help your friend Missy she. The tub finally full, she stopped the intent perusal of her own body and sank into the steaming hot water. As she soaked, she pondered. How would she begin her novel? How should she divide it up- by type of encounter? Chronologically? Randomly- as one thought brought out another? Should she write an outline first, or should she just let fly from her fingers to the computer keys? Should she be strictly factual- sort of a how-to guide? Or would it be better to tell stories and affix a pithy. I felt my heart jump into my throat. Who was he? Was she with him right now? Immediately, I felt a rage, and if I had any idea who she may be fucking around on me with, I would have run out the door to confirm my instinct and beat the hell out of this asshole. Had my beautiful wife of 14 years been unfaithful to me? I was almost sure of it. Emotions ran wild as I tried to stay composed. That cheating bitch! How dare she! I got out my last beer and sat down on the sofa to try to sort through. Three years later after a friend’s birthday party I came home at about 10 o’clock but remembered that my mam and dad were out so I was locked out, so I went next door to my hot neighbour and told her of the situation she let me in with open arms I didn’t think anything as I stayed their once before when she’s baby sited me, anyways about 12 o’clock at night awake with a raging boner and it won’t go away so I went down her stairs and into the computer room.Once on the computer I type porn into.