Through gritted teeth, Marianne forced "One. Please cane me again". "Certainly, slut. Be my guest" was the response, and again the cane sang and Maria...nne screamed. After six, Helen said "That was glorious, I nearly came with that last one". With that she stroked Marianne's ass, running her fingers along the stripes, allowing her fingers to dip into her cunt. It was! It was moist! She began fucking her with her fingers, feeling Marianne wriggling with reluctant pleasure. Her fingers reached to. There was just one problem the spare room was empty, no bed no furniture, nothing. Just what the hell had Karen done, I went up the hall to our bedroom, and it was empty as well. In fact, other than my closet the whole house was empty. That Karen had left me was not a surprise but the fact that she took everything we owned with her really pissed me off and I was steamed. I retrieved my laptop, from my luggage and as soon as it booted up I checked our joint account, empty, that bitch. I already. We were sleeping out in the tree house, when we heard a commotion below. It was Kevin’s mom and another woman in the yard. At first we thought they were wrestling, and then we realized they were naked. I was dark and we couldn’t make out who it was, but Beth’s long blonde hair stands out even in the darkest of nights. We watched and listened to Beth ate the other woman’s pussy, and then fucked her with a big dildo. (As it turned out, it was actually a cucumber from her garden.) Ellie and I. After noticing me lying nearby, asleep, she decided it would be a funny way to wake me up. We sat there looking at each other for a minute, smiling and making some small talk again. It felt weird in a way, like we were teen-agers on a first date and waiting for the other one to make the first move. It didn’t matter a whole lot to me; I was thrilled because I could feel those familiar sparks of excitement flying between us again. I wasn’t sure what had changed but wasn’t to worried about.