Five minutes later, after scrubbing last night’s sex from my pussy, I walked out of the bathroom, also with only a towel. But my towel was on my hea..., drying my hair. ‘I guess you approve,’ I asked Joshua as his erection tented his towel. He quickly removed the towel. ‘See, I knew it.’ ‘Come here,’ Joshua said. ‘I want to taste your pussy.’ ‘And I want to suck your cock.’ We fell into a ’69’ position with Joshua lying on his back. I lowered my cunt onto Joshua’s face and took his cock into my. His head was spinning, his tears still flowed, and he felt as if he was going absolutely insane. He knew only that he had to get away from the influence of Roger's voice. On he ran through the mean streets of the dingy neighborhood until he tripped and fell in a heap outside a darkened doorway. Ken crawled into the doorway and curled into a fetal ball.Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused. " I pretended not to hear and awaited the race day. The race day came, and I won the race. Disbelief was the word thecommentators used to describe my performance. I celebrated as I exited mycar. I was a major story on every newscast in the nation. I was the firstfemale victor on the stock car circuit. The media wanted me in a way theyhad never had when I was constantly winning male driver. I got moreexposure winning one race as a female than I ever did as a male. The next morning I was booked. She smiled naughtily and said it is alright. She said can I use your toilet urgently, I said sure. She went in and was there for about three minutes and heard the flush of toilet and she came out. When she came out I saw that she had removed both her bra and her panty and the transparent gown was 90% visible. I could see her huge breasts dangling and the thick bush on her vagina. She came near and sat down and scratched her patch. She said your wife is very lucky and you are such a gentleman.