I placed it on my head as Karen walked around me toward the vanity.She grabbed a lipstick and told me to pucker up. She put it on me like I was a clow...n. She said I didn't deserve to lookrespectable in a maid's dress and lingerie, knowing I was a manunderneath so I was not to even try to make myself pretty. Just then thedoorbell rang. "Great, go get the door, faggot." I had no choice but tocomply.Karen's friends, Susan and Alice stood at the door, pointing at me andlaughing. "OMG, what a sissy. “There’s a Janet Reger one that is much better”.Sometimes I feel like I’m thirteen again. I angled her towards the door, doing up my bathrobe. “Andy likes it” is all I could find to say. “Here you are mum. I’ll phone you”. I closed the door on her.I put all the damp clothes from around the house in the washer, and brought in the clothes off the decking where we’d got naked last night. I put my wet ballet pumps in the bin, and Andy’s soaking trainers outside the door. I got crosser and crosser.. She burned for it.I yanked the panties to the side and groaned at the sight of my wife's shaved twat. That was something she'd started doing. Making her pussy look young and tight. I shuddered as I pressed my cock against her.“Fuck me, Daddy!” she moaned in a girlish voice. “Mmm, just slide into your sweet Candy's pussy, Daddy!”“Shit!” I groaned and slammed into my wife. Her pussy engulfed me. I savored the hot, wet feel of her. I drew back and then slammed into her again and again. My wife's. Me n Shwetha (aunty) used to share the smile till one day when her husband was out of town.I came from office early on Friday evening and I had no plans for weekend but didnt knew that something great was waiting for me over the weekend. I came home n saw Shwetha was watering the plants gave her a smile and started to converse in kannada (she is from karnataka and me too) and we became bit close (no physical contacts just in words). I went in to change the dress in my flat and some one rang the.