Minutes later Helen had arrived and was briefed by her sister on Henry's latest misdemeanour."Right I will tan his arse and if that does no good I wil...l be back to give him more," announced Helen without specifically addressing either Judith or Henry.Turning to her sister as she took a hairbrush from her handbag Helen asked, "Do you want to watch?" No, no take him upstairs and do what you have to do," replied Judith with an apprehensive and aroused Henry looking on.Judith's answer pleased both. How about two o’clock? Will that work?’ ‘Yeah. Two o’clock. It’s the address on your card, right?’ ‘Yes,’ she chuckled softly. ‘I’ll look forward to seeing you then, John.’ At one-fifty-five on Saturday afternoon I was looking at her card and the imposing building in front of me. It was an unusual structure for this area. It was a stone and brick building and it looked like it had been around since the late nineteenth century. It didn’t look like an apartment building at all, but more like a. Nevertheless it was probably a good thing, because it helped disguised our addiction from friends and family. "They are just at home taking care of their c***dren," they thought. Well that's true, but we were also bareback fucking every night we could and reveling in the risk.We think one of the reasons we have this impregnation risk fetish is BECAUSE we are so infertile. We have to work REALLY HARD to get pregnant. Yes, pregnancy is an unwanted outcome, but in a way, maybe subconsciously we DO. Now on with the party:Beth said they were going to have a small party after work so she wanted me to pick her up after since they were going to do some drinking. She doesn't drink much. She told me that she would be ready by 10as they were closing early and it would be after they cleaned up.I figured I would stop down a little early since when she drinks wine she gets drunk rather easy and also gets horny or tired.I walked in the kitchen door since it is not locked till everyone leaves. I could.