“No urgency this time.”I kissed her again.“Love, Brad...”“It is. Always has been.”This time she initiated the kiss that bonded us together... She’s right. No urgency. We slowly twisted on the sofa, me lying on my back, her straddling me again... Straddling. Linda was all about ‘missionary’, mainly because it was ‘get it over soonest’. Here I was, beautiful woman impaled on me, slowly working herself on me, the kisses stopping only for the occasional sigh or moan, then resuming.I kept my hands. But Sue was just too young to be the object of such lewd thoughts. Until she wore the tight sweater. And until she read his letters from Cathy. Then things changed.Hiya Studman;That was some letter you wrote me. You'd better stay away from those "nubile nymphets", as you call them. Especially the underage one. It sounds like she's asking for it. (I think they're both underage, actually, but the thirteen year old is big enough, I guess.) If you can't stand it, then get your butt over here. Do I. She was not going to talk to me now. I decided I might as well be the bastard they said we were.“I am Maitre Encule,” I touched my shirt after I gave each of them a drink. This is how things are now. You will be paid your share of the earnings. I will make sure that Canard does not fine you or make you take loans to repay him. Instead, this money will be placed in a bank in your name,” I said.Canard squawked like I had just cut off his balls.“You will not be permitted to spend it as you see. I spit on his balls and watched it trickle down. My phone vibrated again. I looked at it. It was my wife.“Shit, it’s Beth” I saidI opened my phone to a picture of her pussy from the front. Her panties were pulled down and were obviously sweaty. The panties were pulled down into yoga pants. There was a message that said “Where r u? I’m all sweaty and ready to fuck.”“Did Beth go with Nicole to spin class?” I asked.“I don’t know” he said.“She said she wants to fuck” I said I messaged her back.