It was the next morning I was awakened by Cherry talking on the phone, obviously to the hubby explaining that as soon as she heard anything about a fl...ght out she would call. Hanging the phone up she smiles and greets me with a kiss, a lingering kiss that said I want more. She was still panty less as I didn’t bother with my boxers. Needing a bathroom trip I picked my boxers up and headed that way. Cherry says you not going need them in a sexy tone. I took care of business and return to fine. ”And then as Dee cupped his balls, he came. Thrusting his cock into her mouth, Dee gulped and swallowed as she looked up into his eyes. His cum now dribbling from the side of her mouth and running down her chin. She continued to suck him as he tried to pull away.“Please stop.” He cried. “You don’t understand, my partner will be coming in any minute. You must stop!”But it was too late, footsteps from the porch. And then another man walked in.“Oh no, I’m sorry.” The man stammered, looking at the. My wife, Sheri, saw her best friend, Anita, shopping at expensive department stores, going out on dates with a variety of men, getting dressed up, being catered to and entertained at someone else's expense. Anita's divorce settlement also enabled her to live an upscale lifestyle. The rumor mill had it that she was sexually active, fucking on first dates and having affairs with several married co-workers.This way of life must've been viewed as glamorous to a stay-at-home suburban mother of two,. “What are you?” Willow asks.More trills. What you need me to be.“Excuse me?”What you need me to be. The things you need. Then it points a finger-like digit to Willow’s head before tracing an invisible line between her tits, over her pierced belly-button, and further still to the gash between her legs that still throbs.Willow throws back her head and laughs. Or rather, cackles. Like a witch. Unbridled and unhinged. She had to be losing her mind. She’d had too much wine. She was hypothermic and.