I pleaded with my wife, "MadameBeringer, why?"My wife smiled, "Because it has to be done. I think it is digusting to haveto do it to you. So instead M...adame Vaucheron has accepted to get paid to doit."So now I understood that part, too. My wife had learned and practicedmilking other men. That is why she was so good at it. And she was disgusteddoing to me. But to other men, she loved it. Just the same with jerking offother men, with sucking other men, with fucking other men. My wife lovedhaving. Visions of every woman I have ever seen in a slip flashes through my mind. My mother in that soft blue slip that was so sheer that I could see her girdle as if there was no slip at all. The teenage girl that I saw when the curtain at the clothing store as parted, wearing a bikini panty and a padded bra.Yes those are the images that I crave. I can’t take it another moment. I pull my silky slip up and expose my panty covered cock and pull the waistband down. My cock pops out hard and waiting for. I couldn't help myself."Your mom ... does she let you touch her like this?"Silence.Then, "No." Have you tried?"Softly, "No." But you want to?"Even more softly: "Yes ..." Do you know what you are doing, right now, have been doing?" What? ... No ..." Pushing up on my thighs ... you are moving blood to my pussy, turning me on. It's obvious isn't it?" What do you mean? Obvious?"I turned, forgetting my top was off, exposing a breast, a very erect nipple."You ARE looking up my skirt aren't. I just want to be your friend. If you let me in your life I can be a very good friend to you. I can give you what you've always dreamt of. I can give you wealth, power and even revenge on that bitch-of-a-neighbor of yours!!!" Robin Goodfellow smiled.He smiled wickedly.Noor was surprised that he knew about the incident this afternoon with Nessie Carter."You know about my fight with Nessie Carter???" asked Noor in a zombie-like tone."Dear. I know everything about you!!! I know everything that.