We swapped phone numbers and headed back to the pool area.He headed to the bar to buy us some drinks and I went to the pool area. I told my wife that ...e wanted to fuck her, and she smiled. She told me she knew I would ask, and was glad I did, but then I informed her that he had to meet his wife. She kind of frowned. Then I asked if she was willing to suck his cock in the parking lot. She said maybe, it depended on how things worked out.He returned with our drinks and my wife made a B-Line for. I dont want to let him down, ever. And odd as it might sound&hellip, though not as odd as her explaining this to a stranger while bent over, half-naked in her living room with an anonymous friend administering a whipping at her husbands command-she thought drily&hellip,but every now and then I simply like having someone else step in and take control. And so much for womens lib, she added to herself. This seemed to satisfy him for the moment, though she was sure he and Tom would be discussing. Stopping at the door, he turned and glanced back at his father. He was sitting with his back to the kitchen still busily reading the paper.Stepping into the kitchen, he saw his mother standing at the counter with her back toward him. Hurrying across the room, he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her big, soft breasts in his hands."Oh, you startled me," she chirped, pressing her butt back against his swollen hardness."I'd love to have melons for breakfast," he. In the years that Heather had been a staffer for the Defenders, McMullen hadn't had to call on her special talent very often -- mostly, because Heather didn't like to feel used. McMullen's normal approach was to set a goal for Heather, something that needed to be accomplished, and left it up to her how to accomplish it. Usually, he didn't ask about the details of how it got accomplished, but more often than not, she was successful, which suited McMullen just fine.So, McMullen was a little.