I cameright back to life and Ron finished up, then Cindy letme go and I started to go back to fuck her, when sheasked if it was ok if Ron sucked my co...k. I had neverdone anything remotely gay but turned towards Ron andshe said excitedly, “Suck it, Honey, c’mon, do it now.” He leaned forward and took me into his mouth andgrabbed and stroked me and I came in his mouth. He thenturned and planted a cum-loaded kiss on his wife. Iended up spending the night, and I fucked her one. Since the divorce he had lost the desire to date. I could tell that he was lonely. Late one evening I was awakened by the need to urinate. I tried to ignore it and hoped it would need---it didn't. I got up and staggered out into the hallway and down towards the bathroom. In my sleepy stupor I did not notice the light seeping out underneath the door. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. Sitting on the toilet with his pajama pants bundled down around his ankle Daddy was franticly. I wanted to turn and run. I wanted to scream at her that I used to be in love with her.She looked down.Maybe she knew already. Those Valentine’s Cards I sent her were always anonymous but maybe she knew. Those roses I sent to her house once were also anonymous but maybe she knew.I was in front of her face now, looking at this goddess I used to worship from afar. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, but I couldn’t get my eyes off her gorgeous face—that little knob nose, those cheekbones, that. She would repeatedly wear the men out as they attempted to satisfy her lust for sex and she constantly tormented them with her dress, actions and conversation. She wore the flimsiest of clothes and lost no opportunity to flash all that would see her. Her conversation was filled with constant suggestive remarks and conveyed an open invitation to enjoy her pleasures. Having cocks on call made Carrie envious of her and she daydreamed about it as she read. I could get fucked for breakfast, lunch,.