”“We’ll always need you and your wonderful big cock to please us,” Susan added.“At least I haven’t been replaced by a dildo,” he kidded....“Some times you are. We can’t expect you to live with us all the time.”Moments later, Cathy came into view buttoning her blouse from the bottom up. The inner halves of her full breasts were in plain view and she blushed when greeting them. She had that, just fucked, looking on her and smiled shyly.Karen gathered Susan, Sandra, and Lisa in her bedroom and closed. I pulled up in front of the Austins' home and rang the doorbell. A prettywoman in her mid 30's answered the door. She identified herself as Mrs.Austin and let me inside. She was a good 20 years younger than herhusband, and given her looks, she was probably a trophy wife.She had a certain air about her. She carried herself like she was aboveme or anyone else for that matter. I knew this type of girl. I went toschool with her type. She was a social climber who did it by marriage.She was a perfect. .Jack asked me did I have a special someone in my life and when I told him no he seemed shocked... 'How?? I mean you have the whole package, looks, personality.... I don't get it?''Yea but I like men and boys my own age don't cut it...'I left that hanging for him, hoping he would take the bate.. He did. I went on to explain I like older men, men that know what they are doing. His eyes widened and he muttered a quiet 'fucking hell'....... Then he just blustered ' you have been flirting and. " I suppose that your right!" she smiled as she headed for the kitchen and her little first aid box.Luckily for her there were several fully trained and qualified first aiders in the kitchen, all eager to show off their expertise; and so in no time at all her arm had been bathed with antiseptic ointment, and a brightly coloured patch now covered her wound, which only seemed to throb once in a while.The party carried on, with the local 'trick or treaters' coming to the door, at very regular.