I was about to broach the subject of the bike ride when my wife said, ‘Judy asked if I could help her put in her garden this afternoon. It’s the o...nly time we both have free and now that it’s May we need to get it done. Weren’t you going for a bike ride later?’ I nodded my head. ‘So it’s okay if I go to Judy’s?’ ‘Sure, go right ahead.’ Five minutes later, my wife was in her car driving to Judy’s. It was fifteen minute to two and I wrestled with myself on what to do. It didn’t seem proper to. Satisfied that she couldn’t squeeze a few more inches into me, Jenny started to slowly move her hips back and forth. Slowly the pain started to subside and I just laid back and gave in the glorious deep fucking that Jenny was giving me. I could feel the whole plastic shaft sliding in and out of me, pressing hard against the entire circumference of my pussy. Her pace had quickened and my whole body started to tremor with pleasure. At this point I glanced up at Jenny and saw the mad lust in her. And when she had nothing but her own thoughts, she kept coming back to the same ones, over and over. And by constantly dwelling on her humiliation, her degraded actions with Paul -- and now, even with Betty -- she could feel only shame for what she had become. She wished that he had killed her. Then it would be over.As she lay there, belly down on the wrinkled sheets, her eyes followed the unusual pattern on the floor. She could see the small metal studs in the flooring, and knew that these. But I wish it were me." Try to be a little less aggressive. There's someone out there for you." Right."It wasn't noon yet, but I decided to go to lunch. I asked the volunteer at the information desk and she suggested "bland Mexican" at the Cafe Pacifico or yum cha at the Bodhi Bar where the service was slow. Other nearby places were "dearer," though I could get a pizza at Spigolo. She told me where each was.I went to the Pacifico where the food was spiced, but zip-less. I tried to call Diana,.