.it is very baffling to me...I know I am just repeating myself now...just rambling...do you think less of me because of all of this?" He was truly fee...ling lost. Just talking too much, babbling almost."No sweetheart...I will never think less of you, I understand you are confused by the conflicting thoughts...and I am too, I kind of like what it is doing it to us...we have been having sex everyday ever since I told you about Scott." She said shyly and it was very evident to her how bewildered her. Michael and I were on pens and needles all the next day. We bought guns and ammunition all over the area as well as worried about the meeting. I preferred the meeting table to guns, but if came to a gun battle, I felt we were better prepared for it.June called after being gone a day and a half. “I got big news,” she said. “Amos had a stroke last night after dinner.”Lucy, I thought, but I said nothing. “So do they know yet how much damage he suffered?” I asked.“We are all still waiting to hear.. " The other man responded. It was only then that I recognized his familiar voice. It was my husband's best friend, Caleb, who happened to be the best man at our wedding. His goofy and good nature were completely abandoned this evening, which was probably why I couldn't place his voice until afterwards. I heard the door open and close and a car pull out of the drive as Caleb left for the night.Matt reemerged from the hallway and came over to me. He removed my blindfold and helped me up off the. "Be careful what you wish for, you just may get it. Almost a half-hour later, Judy was writhing on the side of the tub held on the edge of orgasm by Sara's tongue and lips and by repeated doses of wine forced into her steaming pussy. She started grunting, "Uh.., uh.., uh.., uh..," in time with Sara's lapping tongue.Julie and Joan began clapping with her, chanting in cheerleader fashion, "Go, go, go, go, go." Judy exploded. She threw her legs over Sara's shoulders and drew her tightly into.