I kissed my husband and replied, Well, things have been going well at the office lately, and Im going to switch back to normal hours, I think. Thats g...eat! Are you hungry? Sort of, I replied, slipping my hand into my purse. Would you&hellip, Robert didnt finish his sentence, and his face went blank. Robert, do you masturbate? Yes. How often? Every day or two. Sometimes twice a day. I knew Robert had been masturbating as long as we had been married, because he wasnt as good at hiding the. Anita began massaging her shoulders and lower back and it felt heavenly. She couldn’t help but let out short, soft moans when she began touching her inner thigh, dangerously close to her sensitive pussy. ‘Relax, take deep breaths, this is just the beginning,’ Anita said calmly. Anita herself was quite aroused, she was used to doing this type of thing to middle aged men or considerably ugly women, but Ash was one of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen. After massaging her inner thigh,. Now it was too late to back out, even if she’d wanted to. Knowing that she was going to end getting fucked by the bikers filled her with a sense of excitement that she couldn’t blame on the alcohol. Tonight, she was getting her secret wish; to be nothing but a dirty slut. As the whiskey burned the last of her fears away, she turned her head, her eyes hidden by her lashes, he smile warm and inviting."Some really hot pussy, King."The atmosphere seemed to change, becoming charged, now that there. . Sorry, that’s not a very good example I set by saying that.”“It’s OK, Mom, I say ‘buttload’ all the time,” I said.Caroline added, “So do I, Mom, butt load ... boatload ... shitload ... whoops, sorry?”This made my Mom giggle a little. It sounded just like when Caroline giggles. There go my hormones, again. I excused myself and told them both I have to change because I have a meeting in my home office in about an hour, and I have to prepare.“OK kids, see you later.”“Love you Mom,” Caroline and.