"You probably couldn't hear us talking what with your head buried between her legs," Susanne snapped.Maggie retaliated, "Susanne, who are you to judge...? Plus it is none of your damn business." Fine, but what about Abby?" Abby is a grown woman and able to make her own decisions," Maggie justified.Susanne collapsed on the bed out of frustration and said, "She implied she wanted me to submit too." She mentioned that," Maggie acknowledged and added, "and she always gets what she wants." Maggie. Her breasts sagged a littlenot surprising with three kids and four decadesbut they were very nicely shaped and had large, dark nipples. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, in a small triangle a few shades darker than her hair. As I watched in fascination, she took the hose from the side of the house and started to spray herself off. The water was cold, if her nipples were any measure, but she clearly enjoyed the spray. She lingered while hosing down her pussy, obviously using the jet of water to. "Please!" I begged, sobbing. "Please have mercy on the boy, Captain. He did nothing. He's just an innocent boy. It was all my doing, all my fault. The boy did nothing. You've beaten him. Let him live, I beg of you. Kill me instead, if you must, or beat me. But let the boy alone. He has been punished enough." Something in my ineloquent words must have pricked the Red Devil's heart, for suddenly he shouted the men to stop just as they had lifted the boy over the edge and were prepared to drop. Mom had left me to wonder if husbands were as clairvoyant as mothers. Was David going to walk in from his trip, take one look at me and demand to know who had been boinking me (his favorite term for the human sex act)?I had a wonderful tired feeling from my night of lust and passion. I was preoccupied with these guilty thoughts as I went about a few errands around town. I would say that I was on a cloud, but each time I got out of the car and took off at my usual fast stride, a quick twinge.