My wife said, ‘OK’. She turned to my son and said, ‘You fuck me like a dog, from behind. I love it. Your dad always use to satisfy me this way�...�. Saying so, she bent on her hands and knees and lifted her buttocks, spreading her legs. My son sat on his knees and pointed his dick toward my wife’s already wet and hungry pussy. My wife guided his dick to the opening of her cunt. My son gave a slight push. Slowly, his dick disappeared into my wife’s cunt. Suddenly I felt some movement on my own dick.. Sylvia smiled, "I guess you don't need to join me for lunch today,colleague?" Audrey smiled back, "and your'e down here for what, late breakfast?" "Actually you ask Iv'e already dined under my mistress' porta toilet!"Audrey sighed! "I do wish I had my own mistress, " Audrey remarked as they walked downthe hallway. "Any prospects? And also, you doing detention yet?" "Actually Yes, to both, perhaps," Audrey smiled, "you know a junior named Heather Redmond?" Sylvia rolled her eyes,. She took a deep sigh, lifted her head to look at me and said, ‘I have feelings for you, all of them unrequited. And I feel bad keeping you a secret from him.’ Her face fell like the sunlight that was fading she was staring at outside of the window. I had to break the silence by asking, ‘Does he fuck like me?’ She cracked half a smile and half a chuckle, and said, ‘Do you really want to know?’ She was right, but in a way, but I did want to know. ‘Think Miles Davis, an expensive Cabernet, and. He just had to be non-committal. “Why? You have pictures of her drinking too much at the Christmas party or something?”“Pictures?” Corbin said, amused. “No, man, do you want to see her naked like right now?”What else could Roy do but scrunch his face in confusion? This was not a question you could answer yes to without context.“You know what, I was about to do it anyway. If you want to stay and watch, just come with me, otherwise, wait outside for... about ten minutes. Don’t worry; you won’t.