The cock head goes with effort and he presses more but still nothing. I act with my hands by sliding her lips back outside of her vagina. With hands... on both sides holding her open I say "Now Ken" and with that I witness about a hands width of my husbands shaft slides into my best friend. The noise from Stacy was incredible. I'm pretty good at putting words to events but this is beyond my ability. Needless to say I could tell she was finding it quite exciting and good. "Ready for more?" I. “We’ve developed some information on your husband since you came in,” said Angela. “I wanted to discuss it with you and figure out what is happening next.”“Okay. That seems awfully fast,” commented Barbara.Her lawyer gave a pleasant shrug. “An awful lot of stuff can be found online these days. Bank and credit records, that sort of thing. An incredible amount of information can be found with a computer and a telephone. We don’t really send out Tom Selleck with a zoom lens anymore.”It was the. How Sophia had the brainpower in her state to trick me I'll never know, but in a moment of drunken mastery she took my gin fuelled logic and used it against me. “Well then, if it has to be small and unseen, but have a function, then why don't we get piercings. Just little ones... in special places.” I opened my mouth to try and formulate an argument but it was too late. By this time, the little vixen had crawled onto my lap. Straddling me, she slipped her hand up my top to play with my nipple.. Still that was my last concern. As for my reputation I could give less than a damn about what people think of me. My motto is ‘If you worry about what others think of you what does that really say about what you think about yourself?’ No worries there. But there was more than ‘me’ for me to think about. Another round of cliches. ‘Things done in the dark will one day come to light’. ‘A fish would never get caught if it only kept its mouth shut’. ‘To err is human. To forgive is not company.