I was pouring his coffee wearing a pair of gym shorts and a white tank.“Now, that’s the best part of waking up,” he said.He pulled out a chair a...d sat at the table as I set his mug in front of him. The waffles already were on the table.As he started eating I leaned back against the counter facing him.“So, what do you want me to do today?” I asked.“You really don’t have to--”“I’m going to, anyway. What do you need me to do? Vacuum? Dust? I’ll get these dishes, too.”“Well, yeah. If you insist. I. He kept rimming her asshole with a finger or two for sometime. Then he got up and oiled her cock. Mansi was watching it with utmost happiness. She was going to get fucked by a stranger. He whispered something and Mansi spread her legs even more.Her juicy pussy was in full view now. It was wet and red with all the massage done by David. He slowly put his cock on her pussy and gave one mighty push. It went in. Her pussy was so wet that David’s cock went in with a single push. Mansi jumped a. The next thought was that Lisa had been at home for a short stop together with somebody. But it was strange that she hadn't mentioned that to me, unless of course, I wasn't supposed to know anything about it."Not supposed to know" hit me like lightning, so I went into the bedroom checking for clues but couldn't find anything in there. The next step was searching the spare room where I was surprised to find that the pillow and sheets on the bed were slightly used. That was really strange because. .. I felt as if sex was all about the guy getting his rocks off and there could be nothing in it for me. That’s one of the reasons I went to Amanda in the first place, you know? I figured that all these girls were raving about how good The Paul Robertson Experience was and I couldn’t believe they weren’t just bull-shitting, because it had never felt good for me. Ever. So I wanted to find out if it could. Then I got scared. And I’ve been running scared ever since. Putting it off and putting it.