I then asked her face-to-face if Robert was a better fuck than I was. She looked at me and said, "What's it with you? You want me to fuck another man,... and then when I fuck him, you're worried that he's a better fuck than you are? It's a little late for that now. You should have thought of that before." I told her I just wanted to know. So she said, and I hope she was telling the truth, "No, not necessarily better than you, but much different. It's nice to have something different. He fucks me a. Yeah, sure. We go over and I open the hood and check the oil I can see her pulling her pants up even higher. She might as well of had see through pants because they were so tight I can see her pussy through them and I'm 100% into getting this overly horny woman. She leans over to see what I'm doing but she's really close to me. Rubbing her side up against mine. So the oil is fine and I look over and she's still got her head in the good looking at everything she knows nothing of but her ass is. "Then I rethought that. "No, that's not true. I knew how much I needed this, but I was afraid it wouldn't be here." Now do you see how silly you were?" Kathy asked.I turned and kissed her, and she kissed me back, tender hungry pecks that tugged at my lips. "Yes," I agreed, looking into her loving brown eyes. "Yes, oh yes. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you. You ... all of my friends have been wonderful. I don't know what I would do without you, without them."I squirmed against them, my. Jossy had insisted that her mother not worry about it: as with every other crisis, a solution would present itself (or himself) somewhere along the line. Her mother had told her to grow up and forced the reservation documents into her hands.Jossy took another mouthful of wine and tried to concentrate on the paper, but the glint of light flashed again and this time, she noticed it. She paused, there it was again, like the flash of a sniper scope in a war movie. That's great she thought, I just.