I'm going to sell it and move on." We exchanged a few more pleasantries before I proceeded to the upstairs bathroom. Helen went into the kitchen. The ...bathroom was still steamy. The delicate fragrance of Helen's soap and shampoo lingered in the air. I pulled back the shower curtain in preparation for removing the tile that surrounded the tub enclosure. Her soap, shampoo and bath sponge were still in the tray. Apparently, Helen felt no need to remove anything from the bathroom prior to my. Shelly let out a soft, quiet whimper oblivious to the sounds of the packed bar. Her only crumb of comfort at her sexuality so remorselessly exposed was the privacy of the table covering Fay's hand up her skirt. "You want his fat rampant cock fucking you, don't you?" hissed Fay. "You want to feel that soreness that he leaves behind too, don't you?" Shelly fought hard not to moan again and risk attracting attention. "I want to see his seed leaking from you." added Fay. "I want to see your scarlet. When they first met he had been divorced only a year, though he and his wife had separated almost three years before that. He really didn’t think much about her. He thought she was a few years older than he was, and she was. She had a nice face, somewhat narrow with lively green eyes and a quirky smile that gave her an ‘I’m in on the joke’ look. He noticed too that she had very good legs and he guessed that, when she was younger, they were spectacular. If he had a weakness, good legs would be. We had only met yesterday and, after helping her out when her car had a flat tyre, we had spent the previous evening having a nice meal followed by a night of passionate sex firstly on her sofa and then in her bed.‘Get dressed’ she said ‘Quickly!’ as she slipped on the first garment that came to hand – a silky dress the hem of which came to her mid-thigh. ‘It’s the estate agent with a couple who are interested in buying the house, they want to have another look around, I forgot they were coming.