Would the two of you like some alone time?" Linda asked nervously."Nah, I responded, reluctantly withdrawing my hand," Just greeting Kay's sweet littl... pussy good-morning the way I usually do," I told her as though I actually did do that each and every morning of our lives. And the way Kay had allowed it, almost made it believable too. But it was when I felt her hand suddenly snake its way through the opening of my own bathrobe that I thought we were on the verge of going just a little too far. I told him I was duly impressed and that we hoped to see them during their search for a suitable residence. He told me that sarcasm wasn't becoming. I said we'd see them and that I was going back to reading a text on evidence. He told me to enjoy it.Al called to tell me I'd been wrong. Cait had told him she detested household chores and that when and if she saw his place it had best be neat. He'd taken the train in and they'd met at Newtown station, had dinner at La Ricetta and dessert at. I haven’t seen the bastard in years.”“Then who . . .” I began, but before I could continue, my question was answered. Smiling, the girl I had sometimes seen at the lady’s side at the liquor store on Saturdays walked into the bedroom. She was smiling, apparently not surprised at all to find the liquor store lady in bed with a much younger man, stroking his dick while her massive boobs were covered with his semen.She was dressed differently from when I had seen her at the liquor store. She had. John was thinking about the girls and then the touch of Marie brought him back. Oh man does that feel good , she has a very nice touch. Those fingers are like electric shocks touching me. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm woman you can do that more, all over mmmmmmm and I mean all over. John was sitting on a low stool in the bathroom and she bent over to wash his chest. The blouse she was wearing, without a bra, opened and she was showing a lot of tit, a lot.John saw the open blouse and thought Oh man does that.