Bidwell, although terribly eager to skip town, was a good teacher and an easy person to work with. Clearly, it was he who had trained these children s... well that they could handle adult duties as on-air personalities.By the time Paul was scheduled to start attending night classes in Manhattan, he had at least made inroads at learning his new, and his future, duties at WNUT.Three weeks after Paul's arrival in Nutley, Bidwell said his final goodbyes, and Paul was the new Station Manager. The. .." It took him but a moment of concentration to recognize the familiar facial feature that matured a lot since last he saw him. "Zax?!" Yes, uncle, it's me". Zax smiled softly and raised his hand.TRUNK!The backpack slid from Troel's shoulder to the ground. Troel slapped Zax's hand and hugged him. "Brat, you were gone for a few years and suddenly became so formal?" He laughed and released him. Holding his shoulders, he took a good look at the boy that used to spend many weekends at his home,. " Obeying, he then took a couple pics of me standing in my boots and thong. “Take off the thong...” I peeled it down revealing my wet shaven pussy. More pics. “Lay on your back and spread your legs.” I did so.“Now play with yourself.” I started masturbating, moaning as he took pics. Soon I came and it was all recorded on his phone. He then laid down on top of me and guided his cock into my pussy. I let out a deep guttural groan of mixed pain and pleasure. I wrapped my boot clad legs around his. Yet I’d managed to transform this harmless state of affairs we’d enjoyed for many years into this. My beautiful forty-four-year-old wife out on the town with her virile black lover.The other thing I couldn’t get out of my mind was Sue’s response when I’d asked her not to sleepover with Francis tonight. I recalled so clearly how Sue had started to say something in response but had stopped herself and instead said nothing. I gnawed at this like a dog with a bone, and I kept coming back to the.