My hand came to rest on the arm of the couch and surprisingly on top of a pair of folded panties. I didn't see those earlier and they looked like my wife's. Julie had crawled to the feet of my wife. "Don't blame him Ethel, he is just a man. I threw my naked body at him. It was all my fault." Well she kind of did - but, my mind was still stuck on the Ethel thing. Mary reached down and grabbed a fist full of Julie's hair. I started to get up to get between the two.
"Sit the f**k down," Mary ordered, "don't make me tell you again." I sat. I froze. Julie smiled. My brain was marshmallow. "How many times did you make him c*m, b***h?" Mary said while yanking Julie's head back by her hair.
"I think it was three times," Julie conceded.
"Three?!" Mary looked over to me with big eyes. What could
