..So, you already know that my wife came from a strict Asian background. During college summers, when we weren't living in the dorms, we went from non...stop sex to nothing (because she was living back at home). The funny thing was, sometimes her parents would let me spend the night at their house. I lived about an hour away and they didn't want me to stay for dinner and then have to drive back too late. I would crash on their basement couch and leave after lunch the following day.One time I came. "Guess."Once again, Dolores's eyes glanced downwards at those magnetic and flawless legs. Truth be told, no one could resist them. The thought was certainly enticing to Dolores."Do you want me to eat your pussy?" Dolores asked bluntly."If I did, what would you say?"Dolores's eyes shifted around. They both knew the answer already. Dolores was far too ambitious, socially. She'd do anything to become the woman to whom everyone went, 'Dolores Chavez, the Godmother of the community.' It certainly. As life so often works, soon after, for unrelated reasons, my Mother and Father split up. My Mother got custody of my brother and me and we moved far to the north of where we had spent our childhood. Like so many others, Roz and I had lost contact. We had sworn to always keep in touch, but time and distance proved to be too much. I hadn’t seen or spoken to her since a year after leaving our home in the Carolinas. That had been over thirty years ago! Now there she was right in front of me, still. She did as she was told, staring at me as I rubbed the tip of the dildo between her cunt lips. "Does the slut want this?" I asked her. She nodded. "Tell me what you want, Lucy," I goaded her.She gulped. "I want... I want you to use it," she managed to say.I pushed the cock shaped dildo into her cunt. "Like this?" I said."Yes!" she said. "Oh, yes, please, do me now, I need to cum!"I pulled the dildo back. "What is it you want Lucy?"She looked pleadingly at me. "Do I have to say it?" Yes, bitch,.