Ralph always seemed to be around. I wanted to get together with Gwen by herself so I could hear her side of what had happened with Ted. Pamela was out with Jason most of the time, so she was not a problem, but Ralph seemed to be sticking to Gwen pretty tightly.
I would spot her from time to time out on her lounge reading, but it seemed Ralph would always be nearby doing something. I had to chuckle because I could see with my binoculars that Gwen was still doing as I told her and was not wearing a bra.
Then the other day I just happened to catch a glimpse as Gwen was backing out of their garage in their little two seater by herself. I grabbed my truck keys and was able to catch up behind her. Eventually she pulled into the super market and parked. She was walking into the store as I backed into a space I knew she would have to walk by when she came out.
A short time later, she came out of the store carrying a small bag. As she walked by, I rolled my window down and yelled to her.
"Gwen," I yelled.
Startled at first, she glanced my way and then blushed when she saw me.
"Put your bag in your bag in your car and then come here, I want to talk to you for a second," I yelled and gave her a reassuring smile.
She paused as if she was considering this, and then walked over and tossed her bag into her car and with some hesitation came back toward my truck. I reached over and opened the passenger side door as she got closer and told her to jump in.
She walked up to the open door and said, "What do you want?"
"Jump in Gwen, I spotted you and just wanted to ask you something," I replied smiling.
"No I'm fine, what did you want to ask me," she blushed as she stood at the open passenger door. My truck sits high and I do have running boards, otherwise Debbie would never be able to get in without being lifted. Gwen was taller but still she was looking up to me.
She had a lightweight sweater kind of garment on over her boring standard sun dress she always wore. I assumed this was because she was bra less and embarrassed to be seen in just her sun dress because of her nipples. In many ways, she was as bad as my wife, although Debbie had become gutsier as of late.
"Oh come on Gwen, we're in public it's not like I am going to rape you here in the parking lot," I laughed as she turned a deeper shade of red.
"Look," I said. "Ralph already told me what happened with Ted, I just wanted to hear your side of it," I grinned. I did not think it was possible for her to blush more than she already had, but when I said what I said, she did.
She looked around quickly to make sure no one she knew was in the area and immediately stepped up on the running board and slid in closing the door behind her.
"WHAT DID HE TELL YOU?" she blurted the second her door was shut.
I laughed at the sudden anger in her voice. "Hey hey calm down girl. First you have to take that damned sweater off. If I am going to talk to you, I want to see those nipples of yours," I laughed.
She literally jerked the sweater off angrily and scrunched it up on her lap. "WHAT DID HE SAY?" she demanded angrily.
"Well," I laughed. "He said you sucked Ted's cock," I chuckled.
Her mouth dropped wide open and her eyes grew wide. She was speechless as she blushed bright red.
"He told you t-t-that," she stammered.
"Ya, he said Ted was playing with your nipples, then he opened your dress and was sucking on them, and then you dropped to your knees and sucked Ted's cock until he came in your mouth and you swallowed it," I chuckled as she fidgeted in her seat.
She sat breathing heavily and staring out the window with a blank look on her face. She was undoubtedly reliving what Ted had done. Her nipples had suddenly become rock hard as I was telling her what her husband had told me. She was nervously clenching and bunching the wadded up sweater in her lap.
Finally she said, "Ok look. Ted shows up with paperwork or something for Ralph to sign or something. I was in the other room. I did NOT want a repeat of what Ted had done to me the night before," she said.
"The night before, you mean when I was there? What did he do to you then?" I asked playing dumb.
"DIDN'T YOU SEE IT?" she blurted.
"Well I guess not," I lied.
"When he was looking at my ring he pressed my hand down on his, ah..." she paused searching for how to say it.
"On his cock," I volunteered.
"YES!" she bellowed. "And he squeezed my fingers around it and he was stroking it with my hand. You didn't see that?" she asked incredulously.
"Well I know you looked at me with daggers in your eyes one time, but I just figured that was because you maybe didn't like me bringing a black guy to your house or something. I had no idea he was using your hand to jack himself off with," I shrugged my shoulders and gave her my best stupid me look.
"Ya and then when he left he shook my hand and pulled it over and rubbed it on his cock again," she spewed.
"Wow, I mean I know old Ted gets horny, and I know he gets a hard on around my wife all the time, but it sounds like he got a little carried away with you. It had to be those hot nipples of yours," I chuckled as I fed her my line.