"In der K?che klingelte eine Uhr."Yvonne, das Essen ist fertig. Du kannst servieren!"Sie setzte sich an den Tisch und machte eine strenge Miene. Wie i...h erst jetzt sah, war nur f?r eine Person gedeckt. Was soll's, ich esse halt sp?ter. Zuerst die Show. Und mir machte das Spiel auch Spa?.Nicht so spa?ig war das permanente Laufen zwischen K?che und Esszimmer. Suppe, Wein, Essen, Wein, Nachtisch, Wein. Nach einiger Zeit war ich ziemlich fertig. Und Sandra hatte eine ganze Flasche Wein getrunken. So I stabbed at it several more times. Each time her reaction was the same. Mike knelt at the top of her head. He reached down, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her legs up and apart, bringing her feet to rest on the carpet on each side of her head. I took my hands and placed them at her slit and pulled her lips apart.Now she was as open to my mouth as she could be. Then I wagged my tongue rapidly back and forth across the little button that was now as hard as my prick. Her body literally. My eyes undress her constantly, I'm unable to contain myself and my sexual desires as I continually rearrange my pants, attempting to hide my ever increasing erection. I look up and see her standing. She stands with innocence and superiority. Her jeans cling to her well formed ass, the shape and her strong sexy thighs nearly send me over the edge. She moves around the class and I wait for her. I panic as she nears closer, looking down to see my erection strained against my pants. I quickly. Another hurdle over.The house remained a dismal reminder. As I went into the hall, for the first time I noticed that it smelled of a home I had once known. A home with a happy married couple living there. Pity it wasn't one now.I went upstairs and showered again. I'd heard, somewhere, that some women, after they've been raped, wash and scrub themselves time after time, trying to wash away the rape. Maybe I felt a bit like that, dirty, sullied. I don't know. I just know that I wanted to.