Contrite.My husband Bill stalked back and forth in front of me. Seething.He had every right to be angry. I couldn't imagine him (I didn't want to imag...ine him) anymore angry than he was right now. I don't know what angered him more: the red welts across my ass, my cum splattered breasts, or my inability to explain any of it.Earlier today I was baking for Bill's birthday. He loves chocolate chip cookies. I was surprised to discover that I was out of sugar, so I headed next door to Beth and. I was already one step ahead of him as I knew that I had to bathe both men the following afternoon. This should have been a job for two nurses but because of their usual behaviour I always did the job myself. As promised I wore a nice pair of black 15 denier stockings with a matching blue 6-strap suspender belt and knickers under my uniform hoping no one in the home would notice the lumps on my thighs. My last husband had been a stocking fetishist so I still had quite a collection of sexy. Go on out and I will bring your coffee out to you. It should be warm enough – the sun has burned away the morning chill. We slept late!” Eve glanced at the clock on the wall and forgot to be miffed about the snoring comment. 11am she thought incredulously? I don’t think I’ve ever slept until 11am. “We must have tired each other out,” Cade laughed, as he finished buttering the toast and added the plate to a tray he had set up. He watched her as her cheeks reddened in that familiar blush that was. He wondered if pussy was ever going to be as much fun as it was before Windtalker and Snowdove came along. The thought that all of them with Windtalker and Snowdove’s abilities made Teddy hold his package thinking sadly he may no longer want pussy anymore. For any normal man who loved pussy this was a scary thought, for a fourteen-year old just starting up in the pussy game this was something there are no words to describe. These feelings brought to his young mind, were very scary.