"And for your information Mr. Know-it- all, I did understand that they were promoting me because I'd let John boink me. I just didn't care." "And how ...s that revelation helping you at this moment?" Kelly shook her head. "I'm sorry Timmy. It's just that I have so much fun when I start talking to you that it's hard to be serious." She stared into my eyes. "Baby that's why you have to believe me when I tell you I could never fall in love with another man. I enjoy you too much to ever do that.". Oh no... I was about to get caught out!!I pretended to look into my purse for keys... I heard a voice, "Ignore him love... he wont bite."I smiled weakly... trying not to look up... the dog was pulled away, and I felt... rather than saw... a guy going past."Night..." He said.As he wandered off down the road... I looked after him... I vaguely recognised him. Old age pensioner from another road. I raced across to my house... listened and was inside and up the stairs in one swift move. Back in my. "You need some help with that?" She giggled and sounded a little drunk as she stared right at my crotch.I froze, except for my cock which was still growing, creating an increasingly noticeable tent in my boxers. There was no denying that I liked the way she looked. When I had married her mother, Lacy was just sixteen and a total tomboy. She was flat as a board and she always dressed like a boy. You could hardly tell she was a girl. I guess you would call her a late bloomer, because in the last. I just remember that later that afternoon, I donated another sample down the eager throat of my redhead lab partner. There were other black guys and girls at the school, and I managed to screw a few of those girls, but I also found myself drawn back to the bountiful offerings of Caucasian pussy. I grew to like to look of fear and anticipation that grew in those pure eyes as I whipped out what I knew by now to be my massive monster cock. As I pumped into those girls, I could only hear the echo.