...My wife struts back into the room and sits before me on her couch. I cansee she's touched up her makeup and replaced her work skirt with a sexyred ...skirt. Without a word I quickly get to work replacing her work pumpswith a pair of red hot open toed boots, gently kissing each shoe as itis replaced. Oh god she looks so fucking hot!"Now run along and put my shoes away, and fetch my skirt from thebathroom floor. Make sure you get all your chores done while I'm outhaving fun. Don't wait up for me". 'Then...?' she asked, stubbing the cigarette butt into the ashtray after a last long puff. 'To tell you the truth, I never liked it over there. Nasty people kept coming. Every evening, my sister used to stand in the passage, all dolled up; men arrived one after another and went up the staircase. My sister looked so beautiful in her make-up and dress. She used to giggle constantly, but I knew for certain that her smiles and laughs were fake, she was sad within. There was a dirty bastard of a. No arguing.” His playfully smug grin and tone that said he knew exactly what I was going to say made me laugh despite myself. I nodded, showing my acceptance of his offer with a smile. Once again, he opened the door for me, after I proved to have trouble pushing it open with a disabled hand without dumping myself out of the car. “Easy there, killer.” He half caught me and swung the door open the rest of the way. “And you were about to say that you could walk to the door all by your. ." she said but didn't wait for me to respond as she pushed me onto my back and crawled over me. Still on her hands and knees, she stroked me.I looked down and could barely see what she was doing past her dangling and fabulously round breasts. Looking up, I was presented with a perfect view of the glistening wetness between her legs.Then I felt the heat of her breath and the soft, wet touch of her tongue and lips. I groaned and reached for her ass. She moved as I directed her, putting a leg on.