”She stared at me, her eyes huge. I sighed.“Okay, I believe you. I’m calling the police to report a rape. They’ll find the ones he deleted. An...ything stored in memory is always recoverable, you know that.”Actually, I was bluffing and didn’t have any idea whether they could or not. Besides, I didn’t believe a word she was saying. It was all tired out and overused clichés; diversionary excuses that were really pathetic little lies. I just didn’t understand why she was telling them.I picked up the. The room was silent as I worked the buttons out of the button holes with shaking fingers. But the sound of my blood pounding in my ears was deafening. I’m disgusted with myself. Not so much because I’m actually doing it. I’m disgusted because of how excited I’m becoming. I pulled the blouse out of my skirt and slowly slid it down my shoulders while the boys gaped at me in awe as if they didn’t see me naked a few hours ago.I dropped my blouse on the floor near my feet. I understood now why he. I told her she looked fantastic. After a light supper she and I sat on the deck sipping adult beverages. As Andrea came out with round number four she asked me what I wanted to talk about. She sat across from me and crossed her dark tanned legs. I took a moment to admire how hot my wife actually is before telling her that I want to hear about her activities . She said like what? I said tell me about something I don't already know about. She smiled and licked the rim of her mixed drink. She. What a way to do it! Why didn't I ever think of this?Carefully, Laura turned the single-lever faucet. A trickle of water fell onto Karen's exposed cuntlips."Ahhhh!" she gasped."Oh, did I hurt you?" Laura asked quickly."No. Make it faster." Is it too hot?" No... uhhhhhh! Oh! Just right. Faster! Harder!"Involuntarily gritting her teeth, Laura turned the water faucet on all the way. A violent stream of warm water shot directly down into Karen's splayed, pink cunt. Shaking and quivering, she.