And perched on her bed.The room was a drab Magnolia shade with white wood work and heavily patterned carpet. A clothes airer covered in underwear and ...a few pairs of jeans and sweat shirts filled part of the floor.I sat in the only comfortable chair.Good to see you again.IndeedGlad to be homeGoodMissed youOhThat was the end of her conversation.What did you go to do.House keeperWhereEssexWhereI don’t want to talk about it.So you came home?No they fired me.Sounds like you have a habit there. This. What you doing. She replied with angry look. Shut the fuck up bitch. You going to have it lot more today. Going to make your cunt swollen u bitch…… I was so horrified so was exited. being so much of sex crazy still all this was totally new for me. which was exiting too….. And I don’t know how it came from my mouth I said, yes mamm. Do it once again. As soon as I said that. There was sound of smack… smack twice. And my pussy was on fire.She said get up now wear your given cloths. I too like good. They had been hatching a plan to get us together so that they could watch us.That weekend we went over to their house for a meal and to see how things went. We enjoyed a Chinese take away and more than a couple of glasses of wine before Angela turned to my wife Christine and asked if she was OK with her husband sucking my cock. Christine looked at me and said she was very happy and couldn't wait to see it which kind of put the ball in our court. Dave looked at me and I nodded my agreement. We. But never more acute than at that moment. He could see Sally unbutton her shirt and throw the sopping thing open, and he could see the shape of her boobs, hanging to the sides as she leaned back. But he couldn’t get any of the details. Were they freckled like the rest of her? Were her nipples large? How about her areolas? “Donna’s my girlfriend.” Wow, he said it. And he really believed it. She was, wasn’t she? “And I love her.”“Good for you, Pat.” Sally shrugged out of her top and dropped it on.