" Shelooked genuinely concerned. "Let's face it; cleaning is your thing.It makes you happy. It's the only thing that does make you happy, nowthat y...ou don't have acting as a release." Well I can't go out cleaning with the other girls, can I? I'm theboss's husband. I'd be a laughing stock - even if the clients let meinside - and apart from it being social suicide for us both, there'stoo much chance of being recognised as Maria. Some of those girls arepretty sharp, not to mention the. " I leered, following Kenny into the living room, "but it all depends how much treatment you want."Kenny grinned broadly at that and suggested we made ourselves comfortable. I took off my jacket and sat next to him on the couch, but Tracy merely sat in an overstuffed easy-chair opposite us, unable to make herself any more comfortable as she only wore a long, black dress that accentuated her voluptuous curves with nothing underneath to distort the flow of her body."Shall I be mother?" Kenny. We did more then just foreplay. We started it out that way but then we moved on to the good part. Before we knew it, I was as hard and as horny as it could be. I was in her and we were fucking and kissing and making love like two passionate lovebirds do it to one another. We were fucking each other’s lights out. God it is wonderful being married to her. And the kids didn’t even know it either. I’ve never told you this but I’m 39, she’s 37, and Patti is 26. I don’t usually mention it but. He brought up two fingers and curled them up inside her pussy, pressing on her G spot. "Dylan...god, hmmm, Dylan!" she yelled as he nibbled on her clit. He blew on it then licked it, blew on it then licked it, causing intense sensations for her. She was thrashing around wildly, trying to fins something to hold onto. "Ten seconds," Cassy warned. Dylan wrote his name around her clit then, when there was only five seconds left, he pursed his lips and sucked on her clit with everything he had..