The Poor Man's Girl (The Girls) Read Online Free Page A

fucking fairy tale isn’t it?” John said smirking.
    “And you’re the bad wolf right,” Marie said, unimpressed.  Sandra looked up at the uninvited guest.
    “I can be whatever you want me to be baby,” John replied, a smirk on his round face. “Good,” Marie said sounding quite angry, “can you do invisible?”
    His grin disappeared as Marie put her finger over her mouth, motioning them to be silent.
    “Who’s got the keys?” she whispered.
    “Her husband,” Simon replied. “Fuck that!” Marie replied. She put her hands under Sandra’s arms as she tried to guide her off Simon’s lap. Sandra stepped off him, happy to be led away, cum dripping from her cunt and arsehole.
    She let Marie guide her without question. John stepped forward to say something but Simon got up and immediately put his arm across, stopping him from going any further.
    “Let her go,” he whispered as he watched the two women disappear, “He doesn’t deserve her.”
    He couldn’t help smile at how this had worked out. He wasn’t going to get himself into any bother with the Mrs after all.