Both of us are 37 years old.She has a 16 years old son, Roy. A cute and intelligent boy with whom I had hit off from day one, and we are very good fri...nds. Circumstances brought me to tell her a few things by letter and not in the way of conversation. The subject was a bit painful for me, and I'm thinking a lot better while writing. Read my letter and you'll understand.Kristen,On our first year of marriage you asked several times about my family and I avoided the question. It's time now that. She fished into her tight pants, looking for the keys. "Shit, I guess they took the keys when they brought me in," Alright, fine. I'll go in and see what I can do," I said to her with a sigh. I stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance, glancing back to see Cameron nervously watching me, hoping a star of her caliber wouldn't be spotted in a place like this.Stepping inside, the office was sweltering hot and reeked of unknown car fluids. The walls were yellowish from the countless. I do I said and yours is all women. I tasted her musked juices and stood up kissing her again. She gently unbuttoned my top whilst seductively biting the corner of her own lip, she knew how to seduce this one did.Having unclipped my bra she returned the nipple favour, so this is what it's like to be a lesbian I thought....She continued her journey down my body, removing my skirt and slipping my panties down. My own hairless cock sprang out, she merely kissed the tip and then standing up pushed. “Oh. Now what?”“Actually - you have a problem.”“Uhhh...”“Like sitting in your boxers when you’re at the desk in your office.”I opened the cupboard and scanned what was left of the cereal boxes. “What’s wrong with that? It’s my room.”“Your granddaughter. Amy.”“Why not ‘ours’? Didn’t you have a hand in making her mother?”My wife put down her coffee. “Yours - when she’s bad.”I thought back to six years before. Believing everyone was downstairs and I clicked on Pornhub. I was watching some cutie.