"I'm not going to describe what we were doing, Jack. Let's just leave it at the fact that I was very hot, but I pulled back in time and the next day h...e dumped me." Her face is a little red and it's obvious she's embarrassed about what we're talking about. She's still leaning back and looking at my face."Look Sis, I'm not trying to pry into your love life, but I think maybe you could use a guy's perspective on this. You think you're not being a prick tease, but as a guy, sometimes you get to a. “That means it wasn’t a celebrity this time. That means it was someone real. You were pretending to be fucked by someone we know well; a friend perhaps?” He was right but I wasn’t going to tell him so. There was a long pause before he tentatively added the question. “Was it Neil?” I said nothing, my face poker-straight. “Mark then?” ‘Guess your wife’s fantasy lover’ It was a familiar post-coital game and as usual, I didn’t respond but also as usual, Pete tried to trick me into giving away my. A woman has to do what a woman has to do, I thought. When all this talk about sharing started, I suppose I was a facilitator. It was so out of left field that I really didn't give it the consideration it deserved.For a moment I tried to imagine myself in the role of adulteress and was repulsed by the thought. It was something that would be too dangerous to our marriage, too hurtful to Andrew, and so wrong for me. But for some reason I didn't extrapolate the same results to Donnie.If I'm honest. "Oh God uggggggg!"Now her knees were a uncomfortable three feet apart bending slightly her cutetoes over a foot between them even when trying her best to touch. She wassplayed open her mound pronounced, her ass clenched, her flat tummy tense."How do you like that Candice?" He drooled. "You look fantasticall open and wanton." He was satisfied her knees would not open anymore, well not without splittingthe young bitch in two.He gripped the rod in the middle pushing it back towards her heaving.