She had a naughty twinkle in her eyes as she kissed me on the cheek."The flowers are beautiful, Jack. Thank you."The doorbell rang with yet another fl...oral delivery. I carried the flowers into the kitchen, holding them as she searched for a vase. After she arranged the roses, she handed me a sealed envelope. I slid it into my pocket."Not going to read it?" she asked, teasing me."When we're alone, ballbuster. Anyway, I trust you." Jack, I hate that nickname." Then, let's change you so it won't. So daily we started speaking for a while and we became friends. I used to be nude every time and she clothed while we spoke. She told that my penis was cute and she loved watching it, for which i felt happy. Evenings i used to close my room and open windows and wait for her to cum. As she came i used to strip and stand and she would blow a flying kiss for my penis. Since most of the times we spoke general topic for lots of time, my penis size used to be normal and she loved it. This stuff. It was kind, not angry, not judgemental and not flirtatious nor erotic. I wondered if this was how it felt to be a wife before the 1960s or if this was a throwback to an even earlier time. Did my grandmother go through this? Did my great-grandmother?Great-aunt Adelia once told my mom that my Dad should give her a good spanking when she needed it - that it would do her good. Mom boiled under her collar but said nothing. Husband/wife spankings were history in our family, but the tales of them. Part 2Chapter 3...A Dream Come True. I pushed Jess into the lounge by slapping her ass, she pretended to be unwilling but I knew she couldn’t wait for what was to come, I knew I couldn’t, the thought of these two girls both taking my cock was something I’d always wanted to do and now my dream was about to come true.Jo was sat in the middle of the sofa and she was smiling as Jess was pushed towards her, I stopped a few feet away and kissed Jess’s neck, my hands grabbing her tits through the thin.