"Yes sissy that's the way make me real hard for your woman."Crack! I felt the paddle on my ass."Sissy you'd better do a good job on that cock. I don't...think your really trying hard enough to make it hard."I looked at the skin in front of me. I saw the manly hair. I felt the cock in my mouth and started sucking on it like it belonged to a real man. I wasn't queer. I just was forced to have this cock in my mouth, but it did taste good. It wasn't really as bad as it should have been to my. Having two kids didn’t hurt your figure, unlike so many others who let themselves go after having kids. I like every ... single ... thing ... about you!”“Nice save, Dad – I’ll remember that in the future,” I said.Coincidentally, coming in the door was a tall gentleman with Marsha on his arm. She saw us and waved. After they were seated, she came by with this behemoth.“Hello, everybody,” she said. “I took your advice, and I found this guy at the University of Portland. He’s on the soccer team,. A mix between extreme surprise and a bit being turned on, honestly. Shockingly, I asked him, “Why didn’t you tell me before? When did it happen?” He laughed and said “You actually asked what you said you’d ask!” He then told me that he fucks her 2 to 3 times a week. And explained that it started when she personally delivered the new work shirts to him before his shift one day (I remember her asking me if I wanted to go with her but I said I couldn’t). He had a towel on after a shower and. As the squad car behind us stopped right on my bumper I finally got my cock hungry wife out of my crotch and sitting up. I knew the police officer had seen my wife come up out of my lap. I rushed and jammed my cock back into my shorts just as the officer turned and squared himself to my open window. I knew as he looked down he was getting a generous view of my wife’s C cup tits as they struggled to stay inside her tank top blouse. I saw right away the officer was a local sheriff’s deputy and I.