As consciousness slowly left her, Martha found herself regretting that once the crisis was past, the guilt started flowing in. She knew that, when she woke up she would be shocked with herself for fantasizing such things about two innocent young boys. She was still tipsy enough now to let herself enjoy just a few more moments of mindless pleasure before her vigilant conscience took over.
Her pussy could still throb guilt-free around her wet embedded fingers.
CHAPTER FIVE
As usual, Frank was sitting over his breakfast with his face buried in the sports page of the morning paper. Martha watched him from her post beside the stove, wondering if he had heard her any of the three times she had asked him about her dentist's appointment. She decided she would try just one time more.
"Frank?"
"Mm?"
"I have to be at the dentist's today at three o'clock. You know there aren't any buses going that way and a taxi would cost a fortune. Do you think you could take some time away from the school and drive me?"
"Mm?"
Martha's heart sank. It seemed hopeless. It was so seldom she asked him for a favor, but even then she could not wring any kind of cooperation from him.
"Holy shit! I should have left five minutes ago! Why didn't you tell me?" Suddenly, he rushed from the table and tucked his paper in with his lunch bag. "I'll see you later, Martha. Try to have a good day." He didn't even look at her before he turned to let himself out the back door.
"Are you going to be here at two thirty, Frank?"