“Okay, so no super army guys. But it’s still shit. So why do you write it? Especially after ... you know...”Yeah, I knew – my wife being humpe...d by another guy – got that tee-shirt as well.Hell, so did Sean. Although he knew his wife was a slut right from the get-go. He loved his sluts, did Sean. Mine took me completely by surprise.Well, that’s not absolutely true in every sense. She went off to a symposium, and as I watched the 747 take off with her onboard, I suddenly knew that she was going. I sat and thought about it; maybe one or two more sessions with my dabbing her lips might do the trick. As to doing something around the house and what the neighbors thought, fuck them, the house was clean, the yard was trimmed, the garbage contained. Our house didn't look like it belonged in a magazine but it looked comfy and lived in, the best kind.I met with Dish for lunch before going to our first of two jobs for the afternoon. Between the jobs I stopped off at Dr. Cole's, chatted with. Beth had lost track of anything other than moaning with my tongue buried inside her and then flicking over her clit, with her hands pulling my head tight against her. It didn't take her long to start to quiver, and with one arm I held her legs tight to keep her from falling over, while the other reached up to pinch a nipple. That sent her over the edge. "FUCK YES!!!! DON'T STOP OH GOD YES YES! YES! OHHHHHHH" It was somehow even more of a turn-on to know that her daughter was in the. The dress was luxurious and sensual, and she was the maiden. "Oh, yes, ifyou please, kind sir!" I've never seen you before today Miss Carrie," Karen said as she steppedcloser and her fingers roamed up and across Carrie's back, and Karenturned her and pressed her lips to her lover's lips. As their kiss andKaren's caresses continued, Carrie's heart was racing."Oh, Karen, I need your tender touch," as Karen moved her thigh to rubher mons pubis across Carrie's thigh."I was hoping that you would.