I felt her move towards me,"Baby, please?!" Leave!" What?" She stopped in her tracks, her voice almost a whisper. "You have ten minutes to gather as much of your stuff as you can and then get the fuck out!"I didn't wait for her reply, I got up and walked out. I headed to the lounge but after still seeing clothes lying around, I couldn't bare sit on the sofa. I stood in the open planned kitchen and waited. Twenty to thirty minutes must have passed before she emerged from the bedroom, a bag strapped over each shoulder. The tears still tricking down her face, her eyes red and puffy. "Robbie, can I please explain?" She pleaded standing across the counter from me. The trust was gone, nothing she could say would make this any better. She could promise this and promise that but I just didn't care."Amanda, just leave." I calmly said, staring at the kitchen counter.Her lip trembled, "but.. but where will I go?" To be honest, I could not care less!" I looked at her with dead eyes.Fresh tears. Carol then turned to me and asked, “How do I look? Do I look good enough to fuck?” "You look outstanding! Any guy would want to fuck you right now!” Carol then walked over the bed and sat on the edge. “Come here. I want you to see how wet my pussy is.” I walked over to her and knelt down. She was so wet. Her pussy appeared to be literally dripping with her wetness. I leaned forward and kissed her pussy. After a few seconds of kissing, Carol pushed me back and said it was time for her to get dressed. Carol walked out of the closet wearing a black corset, black thigh stockings and black heels. She had a wicked smile on her face. She then stepped into a black evening dress. She asked me to zip it up for her. Once dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror. “I’d fuck her, if I could!” Carol stated. She then told me to get dressed too (black slacks and white shirt). By the time I walked into the kitchen, it was a few minutes before seven. Right at seven, the doorbell rang. Carol looked.
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