Hmmmmmmm… Karrie heard the front door open. “Honey,is that you?” “Yeah, sugar. Guess what! I brought yousomethin’...; special.” Greg enters the bathroom. Through the steamKarrie can see he has flowers! Better yet, he’s naked and his cock is wag-ging before him proudly. Mmmm Yummy…. Greg sets the flowers on the counter, says“That’s not all, babe. There’s more.” He smilesas he kneels. Karrie reaches over the edge. Licking that beautiful bright red monster of a cock. Was I so far gone that I could actually consider one or both those ideas. I decided that if Greg challenged me I could do whatever he wanted. Each night the next week I met up with Greg and walked with him and Randle. Randle kept looking at me and my pussy would hum. I deliberately didn’t do anything all week except think about him while I played with my clit. That little button was worked over time. Friday night Greg asked me to stay over. I need to stroke my dick for this woman. Surely if I don't she will kill this girl, I convinced myself. I almost wanted her screaming and whimpering to come to an end, but I needed some way to justify my actions. I reached my hand slowly to my painfully throbbing member and gently wrapped my cold fingers around it. For just a moment I thought to myself I don't have any lubricant to facilitate. It would please her more if my hand slid freely and smoothly over my cock. The instant the thought. Youthful figure barely concealed by that semi-transparent nightdress that seems to cling to everything it shouldnt. And remember, I have three daughters! For at least two years, Homer, a huge Labrador of mixed parentage but who Sophie loved with a passion, had slept at the foot of her bed. With the onset of winter a deal was struck between them and Homer was granted leave to snuggle up on the bed with her. She never had need of a hot water bottle lets say. The morning in question, she had.