He kept slurping at Miranda's pussy until it glistened only with his saliva and her slowly gathering juices. Then he slid his tongue along her labia, ...own to the crack of her ass, where one errant stream of male jism had strayed. Huffing, he resumed licking at Miranda's slit, his tongue loving her and caressing her. Miranda looked down at Matthew. Did she regret what they had done? Did she regret making love to a man who wasn't her husband? If she'd known what a horrific nightmare her actions. That cunt was just the beginning of my long and illustrious career, my real career. My other career, the one I needed to show the world what a great man I was, happened because my father, before he died, knew I had no interest or mind for business, nor did I care to make any more money, so he set me up good. I was required to finish college, a good college, and so I am a Harvard graduate, though I know my father had to pay a lot of people, and build a lot of buildings to get that for me, but. I told him yes but we would have to go out of town since I’m married. A plan was made to get together in a neighboring town Friday afternoon. I knew my aching pussy was about to be ate and fucked properly by someone I had taught well. That Friday I drove to a shopping Mall in the neighboring town and walked in the front entrance. After doing some quick shopping to make sure I wasn’t followed I exited the rear of the Mall and got into Joe’s waiting vehicle. We had lunch and then went to a motel. So the next day she came round with her darts dressed in Jeans and a white blouse top three buttons were undone I should add the wife had gone out with friends shopping for the day so it was an ideal day to practice. We went to the room and I said have a few throws get used to the board and I will make us a cup of tea so I went made the tea and returned. Barbra was happily throwing her darts so I said I will watch for a bit and see if I can spot anything wrong or see if there's anything you.