" Perhaps I shall see you in the shower afterwards?" I joked. She laughed, but made no reply. Now that was odd, for normally she would scold me for sa...ying such a thing. I returned to my horticultural duties and worked on happily for half an hour. Wind and rain assailed me but I did not care, I loved working on the garden plot.Having finished in the garden I went indoors. Extending from the kitchen was a long corridor with the downstairs bathroom to one side. Mother normally used the upstairs. "Stacey added, "You're smart and classy. I don't go after girls who don't meet those two criteria." Then she looked at Laura, which caused her girl to blush. "You need to get your shit together, and drop your dick." Girls," I spoke up, "my husband's not a bad sort. It's not his fault I'm queer." What the fuck does that have to do with a goddam thing? It isn't what we are talking about. I don't care if he is fucking Jesus Christ himself. I don't care if he is better than Ghandi. You are killing. As she enters she kisses me effusively, then Roger. “You must be Roger I have heard lots of good things about you and Sarah, and Sarah has told me lots about you and your sexual mores.”I have met her previously on a social basis but today she has excelled herself the way she is groomed and dressed.Ultra feminine at first glance, exotic dark skin, tall, slim, long blond hair, heels, black stockings, short black skirt and a tight white silk blouse that shows lots of cleavage and highlights her. He told me that ‘his wife was from his village and understood him neither mentally nor physically’.In short, sex was bad and that he was a senior manager in an IT firm. So one of those days I asked him to come home. Now that day particularly I had already planned that I’m gonna take that motherfucker’s cock. Anyhow, I now wanted him. So the moment he came up, I asked him to be seated.I changed up into a sports bra whose pads had kinda worn out. It made the top of my boobs completely visible.