Karen, get your dressing out. We’ll have the salad and then serve plates.”Karen took a jar from the fridge. She set it down and took up two large ...alad spoons and tossed the salad gently. “Lover, drizzle the dressing as I toss it. The object is to spread the dressing evenly through the salad items with everything mixed thoroughly.” I must understand drizzle well enough. I quit when told and put the top back on the jar though there was almost nothing left. Missus Mason took the jar and handed me. Only thing wrong with that, had been that she was even more horny, now, than she was BEFORE she got pregnant. Billy was having a hard time keeping up with her. She wanted to be fucked three or four times a DAY. Luckily, Dave and William came by to check her, and so did Pete and Milt. Together, they managed to take care of her needs.She felt him going down further, and he was dragging his tongue across her tummy, and kissing it as he went. He hadn't, to the best of HER knowledge, known that she. I was glad to be back. I was glad to have helped Jerry and was quite pleased with the payment swelling my bank account. But it had been an agonising, soul-searching week away.I felt bipolar, my mood swinging from pure unadulterated pleasure at the sexual side of Cassie's and my relationship, to deep depression and even shame for succumbing to her and betraying her mother, Mary, a wonderful woman I'd known for fifteen years.Work had helped take my mind off the problem, but it hung like low,. I'm going back to sleep." I'll make coffee."I saw we had zero food, set up the coffee pot, put on shorts and a shirt, stepped into sandals, and had a cup. Then I went out and bought bread, some sticky buns, butter, orange juice, and milk. I was home and eating a bun with strawberry jam and drinking another cup when Rachel got up."Coffee and a sticky bun?" I asked."Now I know why I married you!" I thought it was for my boyish charm." That, too."The mobile went off."Hello." Pat, this is Alf." How.