Things hit more exciting with his daddy Mr Johnson. 

I was home, doing some laundry, my Hubby went to work and he was meeting friends for drinks ...later and I usually have the house to myself until 5 o'clock.

I wasn't expecting anyone so I took off my house robe and threw it in with the rest of the wash. I was bending over the washer with only my white stockings and suspender set on inside our utility room next to the side door for the garage. my husband must off left the garage door open and. “Want a soft drink?” Cal asked.“No, just water.”Cal had some bottled water in his refrigerator. He got one out, along with a plastic cup and handed it to Homer.“You ever think about getting an elevator in this place?” Barlow panted.“Got fifty thousand you want to loan me?” Cal replied. “That’s the cost of one. I don’t have to. This building’s grandfathered.”“Not my problem,” Homer harrumphed and took a sip of the cold water.Cal didn’t answer. He knew Homer wouldn’t have ‘climbed the mountain’. We were left alone, and we took advantage of the situation. I introduced Joan to french kissing, and she took to that as if it were a gift from heaven. Meanwhile, I was now massaging her breast through her clothes, which consisted of nothing more than a thin piece of cotton cloth. In the hot weather, women did not wear anything under a dress, and I was reaping the benefit of that custom.Mary showed up eventually to announce the time and to advise us to go to bed. She seemed to be talking mainly. "They danced together for quite a while. Lois had a sexy way of moving her body that seemed to hold her partner's attention. During the slow dances he held her tight, his hand gripping her waist and occasionally her butt.As they danced I thought about my recurring fantasy about watching my wife make love to a black man. I had mentioned my fantasy once to Lois, many years before. She laughed and asked why I thought she needed more than I could give her. Since I wasn't really serious, I didn't.