47 WHO DID IT?

“No way,” Lily gasped, disbelief written all over her face. “He massaged you? I can't believe it.” Anna nodded her head fervently, “He even moaned. At first, I was the one doing all the moaning because he was too embarrassed to do it as well, but he eventually did. You should have seen his face,” she laughed. “He looked as though he wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him.” “Be honest though, Anna. Were you disappointed?” Lily asked with a grin on her face. “Disappointed? Why would I be disappointed?” She scoffed, her face turning red as she looked away from Lily, suddenly finding the ceiling fan attractive and noticing the red stain at the edge of one of the blades. I wonder how that got there? “Don't pretend you didn't wish you two had—” “Lily!” Anna cut her off, her face now tomato red. Lily raised her hand and backed away. “Fine then. I won't blame you though, you've got one hell of a hottie as a husband.” Anna rolled her eyes. “Too