"Here is a key to the apartment. I will explain your duties while weawait your clothing," Catherine then laid out that I was to basicallyserve as her...confidant. I would help her get dressed when she neededit, as she would help me in the same capacity. She really did notexpect too much out of her girls other than that. I was to help withwhatever she needed. The cook handled the meals, the butler and maidthe chores. I would be there as her confidant and friend. I could notbelieve my luck. . Right from their honeymoon on she'd been eager to see that he got all the loving he wanted. Even when she wasn't fully in the mood, why, she still gave herself gladly and seemed to enjoy the fact that he found satisfaction through her body. But not this week.The goddamned party had changed all that. After Sunday she was civil to him, but insisted on a hands off policy until, as she said, "I regain my sense of balance and perspective." It had been torture for Boyd, living in the same house with. A couple of brief licks and I knew that our sex was going to be hot - her cunt was already slippery with her lubricant. It's a delicate balance between licking and sucking that juice out of her cunt and leaving enough for our mating.Pretty soon her lips were fully engorged - fat and dark and spread wide open, with girl-cum dripping out the bottom. I slid down and pressed my nose into her cunt hard so that my tongue would slide into her waiting asshole. She purred softly as my tongue flicked. BANG! Lightning struck the line and a ball of lightning shot out of the telephone and flashed across the bedroom! The blast knocked me back on the bed and everything went black.I must have died because when I woke up, I was standing in the bedroom of my childhood home. Was this heaven? Would I spend eternity in high school? Maybe this was Hell! I looked down and there I was, seventeen years old and in my bed. 17-year-old me must have been having a good dream because the bed was shaking and the.