She looked like honey with her short gold hair and warm bronze skin. She looked lickable.Of course there was still the big bruiser. Husband? Lover? Br...ther, dare I hope?A quick check of the hands she was still examining showed no rings and no light stripe of skin showing where a ring would reside. That ruled out a husband. Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or boyfriend to help you back to your apartment?" I held my breath. It. Then, the milkman comes in to the outer kitchen to fetch some milk when he hears the squeals of whore being hammered and investigates to find the bosss wife sprawled on her kitchen table with the helps cock inside her. Excited by the gorgeous womans predicament he walks in to watch her being fucked by his friend. When she notices, they look at each other not saying a word, her pussy being mercilessly abused. The milker finally utters to her with a smirk that he just came to get some milk.. Just a heads up, this one isn’t quick. Also, this is an edited version of the story to comply with this websites rules, so if certain parts seem oddly paced, just know it's because sections had to be omitted. Thanks!Chapter 1: The Johnson Family Luna was laid back on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through her phone on social media. The summer days were a stark contrast compared to the busy, hectic schedule that came with the school semester. She was about to start her third year in college and. The result was that we became close friends, but never more than that. We would have tea together about once a week at her flat, and from time to time we’d have dinner, or go to a concert or a play. Afterwards one of us would drop the other off and be invited in for coffee, when we would have rampant – coffee. We really were platonic friends. No really! I suppose I was average looking (there has been some deterioration since then). Six feet tall, twelve stone (a hundred and sixty-eight pounds.