Don’t plead old age, it’s your turn to get the drinks.”Motherhood hadn’t softened Grace and her sense of sarcasm any. I’d been the whipping ...oy for anything the ladies needed getting from the house, as the four of us sat well wrapped up in the garden. Enjoying the sharp chill of the sunny day. I guess they had an excuse, with their swollen tummies and milk-laden breasts. But I don’t know what the excuse of that lazy British scientist was. With his gawky six-foot-seven frame what took me ten. He stopped touching me when I did, ?Stand up, pull up your panties and then sit down on the chair.? As I stood, he avoided my eyes, but added with a chuckle, ?Sit carefully.? I would have sworn he was blushing as well.When my clothes were back in their proper order and I had managed to sit down, sit carefully, ha ha, he pulled a book off one of the shelves and placed it in front of me. It was a book about famous soccer players and I looked up in surprise. He smiled, and I swear it was one of. Rather I licked it once or a thousand times I had licked a mans nut sack. They were hairy but much more clean then I had expected. There was a masculine odor and the smell of soap. Maybe I could get out of this."Don't stop now cocksucker finish licking my nuts; get my cock hard so you can worship it." He said as if I wanted to be on my knees on the bathroom floor of a rest stop with his cock in my face.I was being humiliated and I hated being called a cocksucker. I didn't want to worship him.. Wake up, Ryan!" I'm awake," I said.Her voice was low and cold now. "No, you're not. Everyone knows about her but you, and everyone who knows her does her. Do you like being married to the biggest slut in town?" No," I said."That's what she is. She did Bart the night before your wedding. She did some guy she met on the beach while you were on your honeymoon and bragged about it when she got back. Now she's doing all of them. How does that make you feel?" Shitty," I said. "Really low and shitty.".