”“Yes,” I groaned. My last wife, Donna, was at home. She was Alice's old supervisor, a real bitch, so now she was our housekeeper wife, staying ...at home, doing all the chores naked, her pussy dripping constantly. She was a naughty bimbo, and anyone who knocked on our door was in for a treat. I think the mailman came up with an excuse to personally deliver our mail each time because of Donna.“Tell me no man would want this,” Alice purred as she forced Becky to deep-throat my dick. I groaned, my. Reluctantly I agreed, but reminded her this was all on her. She would be doing everything for him. The next day, she prepared a room for him on our first floor. It had an adjoining bathroom, and she even bought one of those hospital beds that went up and down. She set up a tv for him in there, and made it look very comfortable. She brought him home from the hospital and set him up in his new room. The stroke was pretty severe, so he wasn't able to speak, only grunt and groan. And he had lost. We both watched the porno as she rode up and down on my cock, this was way better than my hand, as she got more worked up I felt her put a finger on her clit and start to rub it side to side very fast, in no time I felt her pussy clench on my cock as she let out a low moan signalling her climax. Just the Susan returned "you two are disgusting" she said as she left. Kate had finished cumming and could tell I was close, she slid off me and turned around grabbing my cock and jerking it really. And after my eyesadjusted to the light I saw a room with bland colored walls with asingle table in it's center and two chairs one of which I was occupying.And there was a mirror in which I could only see my reflection. So, Isat and patiently waited thinking about my life, my happy childhood, thedeath of my Father defending Germany, the murder of my Mother one coldDecember night. These thoughts were interrupted by a slamming door and the clicking ofhigh heels. It was the woman who I saw no.