One day, three days before the election, Melanie was feeling especially horn. Randy was unable to see her until that evening, and Jarvis was out ridin... with his buddies.Well, what about Brutus? She thought suddenly. She had had sex with the hulking black stud on two occasions since the excursion to town, but Brutus was a bit skittish about getting it on with the boss's daughter, and besides, Melanie had been so busy "expanding her horizons" that she hadn't had many chances for repeat. He was silent. He demanded to know what the hell I was talking about. How was this possible? As reluctant as I've ever been to tell anyone anything, I told him the truth. I had just minutes before caught our son masturbating on the family room sofa, and I climbed on and fucked him. It was his cum inside me. More silence. Deafening silence. His hand remained there. I had no idea what he would do next. Still more silence.Then he quietly called me a whore. How could I possibly do that? With our. I stood to the side so she could see Sally getting fucked by the black cabbie. “You fancy some of that too?” I asked. She tried to get up and fell forward on to the floor but managed to crawl across to the settee. And there on hands and knees, she watched the cabbie fucking my wife, with her face a foot above his pounding cock. I couldn’t resist it, as she knelt there I went up behind her, lifted her skirt and grabbed her cheeks, giving then a good squeeze. She didn’t move, so I pulled her. She spent the next week job hunting and writing her CV on my laptop, she caught up with her friends, spending hours walking round the house with a telephone to her ear and on the following Saturday we went looking for a new car for her. She decided on a sporty yellow Renault Clio with all the extras and Lorraine went to the bank to get a banker’s cheque. The car would take one week before it was ready and we made arrangements to pick it up the next Saturday at two pm. As the next weekend drew.