Credit cards are evil. But they did require my cooperation to put me where I was. At least I wasn't digging in deeper even as I tried to pull myself o...t. Perhaps I should repeat that with the emphasis where it belongs... at least 'I' wasn't digging in deeper.My lovely bride, on the other hand, had no problem spending money we didn't have. What she did have a problem with was working outside the home, or inside the home for that matter. To be fair, she did laundry and cleaned up after herself. I. I did the same thing to her other leg. She wanted me to eat her pussy so bad she yelled out " eat my fucking pussy now1" I smiled and said "yes mamm!" Her pussy was so wet and warm. It was not bald but neatly trimmed. My tongue rubbed around her lips and across her clit. She was extatic with pleasure and moaning the whole time. I stopped to tell her that I wanted her to cum all over my face. I could tell she liked that by the look in her eyes. I continued to eat her pussy for about 30. “You should go over here and clean up for him.”“Huh?”“Why not? I got a ton work to deal with next week on that renovation job. Sounds like the old man could use some assistance,” Carter said, rolling over. “I don’t know,” I sighed, no sex tonight it seemed.Carter didn’t reply immediately. There was a pause before he said “night.”I waited a little while, and got out of bed. I felt like skinny dipping. I felt like being naked in general, but what I really craved was sex. I stripped naked,. Why were you taking a piece of the roast???It smelled so good, I was going to try it, but, but? then I saw that tattoo and realized that Ca..cca..Cathy was on the menu. How could you??A gentle knock sounds on the bedroom door, and Sam enters the room. ?Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt anything that might be happening,? he said. ?Fred, why didn’t you tell me we had a fucking work of art with us???Sam, I was just working up to the fucking part when you so rudely interrupted my little discussion.