Soon. You know there is something going on, don’t you?”I did know. I had been ignoring the signs because I trusted my wife and my best friend. But...now I knew something was not right.“Where, and when?” I asked quietly.“Can you meet me at ‘The Breakfast House’, about three this afternoon?” Joyce asked.I took a breath and let it out.“Ok. I’ll be there.”“Good, we can compare notes. But Roy. I am not liking this at all.”“Me either Joyce. I hope I am wrong. God, I hope I am wrong.”“Me too!!” Then she. His cock throbbed in her mouth almost continuously as he watched the game. Time crawled by as the football game slowly advanced. He drank one beer, and then pissed in her mouth again.As the game bore on, he drank the second beer and pissed in her mouth yet again. Christine thought this game would never end, but it finally ended when Brian jumped up, jerking her head up by the neck yelling, “whoohoo!”He fell back down on the sofa, yanking her head back down again. A moment later, she heard a. They were universally supported. That’s what we need here.”“Only because nobody was allowed to support any one else,” said Jacko scornfully. “And you think their economy was good under the Communists?”Ken was all enthused now and failed to notice Jacko’s scorn. “Yes. Exactly. It was a paradise on Earth.”“Riiiiight. So if we had a Communist government here, what would you change?”“Well, I’d install political officers into the police and army. Political parties would be banned unless they were. .. I just showered and he will be home anytime." I'm going to fuck you," I growled, "lean forward and spread your legs a little."She did as asked and put down the hairbrush. She put her hands on the countertop and leaned forward while I pulled her hips towards me. I grabbed my swollen cock and brushed it between her pussy lips, the tip gliding through the silky layers, along the length of her slit. She let out a little moan as I rubbed it against her clit, along her slit, and finally stopped at.