The kitchen was very big and had a walkway through it to an outside door. A serving window looked into the dining room.The kitchen had an odd design a...s far as many people thought. The shallow side of the walkway had a top bench that was much wider and higher than normal for a Genteli or Shifter’s house. This was because under it was a well-lit second bench that was recessed so the flickers could work without the big people stepping on them.They had their own sink, stove and cupboards under. Id never spoken to her but I assume that Chris has. Her husband seems a bit of a pratt, mouth full of plumbs sort of guy, he works for an airline and is more often than not away from home. Chris and her lover had left just after half seven, theyd been fucking for over an hour, doesnt time fly when youre having fun. My erection had subsided after Chris had drained me but returned every time I thought of that monstrous dick fucking my wife and her look of utter joy whenever she came. My dick. My driver was very chatty in a friendly South London way and, convinced that he was a hundred per cent straight, I gave no indication that I was gay and lusting after him like crazy.We arrived at my address and I paid him my fare which was cheaper than a black cab as, strictly speaking, mini-cab drivers were not permitted to pick up passengers not booked through their office. I opened the door to get out, expecting that to be the end of a brief and highly frustrating encounter, when he said:. I can not believe how special you were; how amazing you made the experience." Another kiss, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you."I chuckled and squeezed her against my body. "Is this a good time to ask you if you would consider living with me full time? I mean you're here most of the time anyway, so how about giving up your apartment and come live with me?" Are you serious?" Katelyn pulled back and looked into my eyes."I have never been more serious in my life." I have a question," she.