She asked who it was and how come he had a key. I explained that he was my son and as such had kept his key when he went to live with his girlfriend.S...he calmed down a little as she explained; He could not have failed to miss the state of my attire. I had almost frozen to the spot before I dashed off to the Bathroom. She also admitted in a perverted way she felt extra horny knowing my son had seen the cunt of the woman his dad was fucking.I admonished as being the slut that she is; flashing her. "Who's this?" God asked as He scanned the page before Him."It's Stan Dullivan," Ka'as Nashim replied."And what is this incident report regarding?" There were protesters outside of his office." Ka'as Nashim kept aneven tone. "The police came. Some of them were arrested." That seems pretty straightforward," God yawned as He put the paperback down. "Who's next?" Upon conclusion of the protest," Ka'as Nashim continued, ignoringGod's request, "Mr. Dullivan accused the protesters of. Will you tell him how sorry I am? His love for her despite her illness was wonderful. You must be very proud of him." Thank you Mrs Kirkby. We are and we love him to bits." I'm sure you do. I'll be in touch when things are getting back to normal. Goodbye, Jenny." Goodbye, Mrs Kirkby."Jenny reported the call to Ralph who merely nodded but nevertheless took it in.Enid was of course no longer necessary but Ralph nevertheless gave her a fortnight's notice. She was grateful. Although she could go. She was getting hornier by the second. It had been over a month since Jack last climbed up and thrust his cock into her. And, even then, he hadn’t finished the job. He’d took his pleasure—what there was of it—rolled off, rolled over and gone straight to sleep. Carol had had to finish things herself.She stopped walking and stared at the sky. “It’s not much of a cock, but I do wish he’d use it more. Is that too much to ask? For my husband to make love to me once in a while?”Carol needed sex. She.