She screamed out OH YES and was engulfed by her own orgasm. I shot stream after stream into her. She grabbed the towel and shook. She had tears in her... eyes. Bonnie said see you hurt her. Lesly told her no that she had just had the best orgasm of her life. I pulled out of Lesly’s still spasming pussy. Bonnie moved over to her and gave her a hug. Susan slid her hands between Lesly’s legs and caught some of my cum on her fingers and held them up to Bonnie’s lips. She sucked them into her mouth and. No one else from my company was there, but I've got a good idea who sent those pictures and I even know why." You do? Who was the bastard?" Tell me, do you remember that couple that used to live at number 32? I can't recall their names, but she was done for soliciting and he was done for being her pimp. Living off immoral earnings or something they done him for." Yeah, just about. They moved out just after we bought the house. I was too late for all the fun though." Oh, you missed the police. What can I do?”“You must have some sort of oil in the kitchen. Use that.”I came back from the kitchen with a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Susan had me dribble some on her arsehole, then work it in with my fingers, at the same time stretching her hole gently. I dribbled some more onto my cock and stroked it. It was already rock hard as I anticipated what came next. Susan positioned herself, face down with her knees pulled up under her body so that her bum was up off the bed. She pulled her. No difference. Night , she thought. How long’ve I been here? Dunno. Don’t care. Countin’ th’ ironies--like sheep…help me sleep.She put her head down again.Ironic: That ‘Soldier Sue’ had volunteered her civilian husband for duty in Iraq. All right, not ‘volunteered’. She’d just passed along a request that he be flown over to spend two weeks teaching a select group of officers the same course he had been teaching—another irony--when he and Susan had met. The stipend had been generous and the.