”“Are you out of your fucking mind?” she asked with a laugh. “I spent an hour on the phone making damned sure that you could fuck me senseless... and Jessica would be OK with it. There is NO FUCKING WAY I am passing up that opportunity!”“Sorry,” I chuckled. “You know my caution about stuff like this.”“I do. And I also know that you had a long talk with Jessica as well. And that she had to talk you into this. Can you explain that one, Mr. Adams?”“Easily,” I said. “I’m married to Jessica and Kara.. Myers thought for a moment and then replied, "Can you handle a beer at your age?" A beer is not the only thing I can handle."Mrs. Myers went into her house and returned with two very cold beers. Matt noticed that in the process, she had forgotten all about her shoulder wrap. As she returned, he made no secret of eyeing her very full chest. They stood, awkwardly, drinking their beers. Beads of sweat were still running down his body from mowing.She took hold of his upper arm and firmly squeezed. What could I do? I held her hips gently, nestled my nose and lips into her snatch, and gave her a firm kiss."And don't forget to take a good sniff," she said. "Remember, I want you to become addicted to me."And then I did take a deep smell -- rank! She must not have changed her panties after this morning, when she had masturbated on my face."Good boy!" she said, giving me a pat on the head. "Now go serve dinner while I put your new clothes away."I spent a lot of time that evening with my nose. I wondered if I should stay put or get up and go see what my Mistress was up to. My bladder made the decision easy for me. I had to pee. Remembering last night, I didn’t bother looking for anything to wear. I didn’t even bother to close the door to the bathroom. What was the point? Wondering if she’d left a note, I went back to the bedroom. When I didn’t find anything, I decided to explore while wondering what the day would bring. Abby had said the kids were with their grandparents, so I.