He begged to shower first, but even with that we were still on the road before lunch.The drive back was quiet as I sat in the back seat writing. John ...drove, his arm resting comfortably around Jules' shoulder. Writing all the details out helped me gain a bit more perspective on our situation.It's obvious now that our honeymoon phase is over. We are not going to just live happily ever, as I foolishly believed before this trip. Things are more complicated with three of us, but I still believe the. He has had it out for me for years, and would just need one excuse to send me packing. All it would take is for one of these boys to tell one of their friends and have word get around to him about what we are doing, and I’d be in jail and back to jerking myself off everyday instead of fucking my jailbait sex toy. I knew I had to formulate a plan to eliminate him, using my new secret weapon. I called Frank. “Frank, I need to talk to you alone pal.” “Oh OK. What’s going on Mr Wilson?” he said as. So please do let us know if you are interested in reading one. But that story will be purely based on fantasyThis is a true story about how we tried a bathroom session for the first time which was mother’s fantasy. Since the time we started having sex, mother and I used to share about our different fantasies in which one of her fantasy was she wanted to have sex in every part of our house especially in the kitchen and bathroom. I have submitted a story on our kitchen session ‘Indian mother for. Things started to go wrong when I took a sip of the wine into which I had crumbled half a 'Joy Ball'. After the earlier experiences with booze and the aphrodisiac I should have been more careful. The first time I'd mixed the pills and scotch I ended up in the cooler, having raped an unsuspecting housewife off and on for about six hours. The last time I'd used the stuff, only a few weeks before, I had fucked a highschool girl senseless and made a procuress of her mother.I started to get a hard.