Staley - who also hated being called by his first name, but not quite so vehemently as his best friend - tended the other direction, being a touch ove...weight and also in clothes that looked as if they'd been handed down from older siblings or at least found on the two-dollar rack at a yard sale. He'd started sweating again - he always did around girls - and he was constantly mopping at his receding hairline with a napkin and trying to stumble around his crippling shyness and be something. So if you are too young or don?t like TG-Stories don?t readfurther.By Domme Mistress and GretaFrom Gary to Greta Part IVAgainst my better judgment, I decided to wait two more days, to savemyself until Thursday. I did the house chores early in the morningtotally naked. I know that being Prussian, my cock is about two to threeinches longer and much thicker than the average Parisian. Whoever waslooking at me must be seeing that.My wife had called the houses where I was to work on Wednesday and. ”As we ate, I told her about Laura. It was as good a time as any.“I have a confession to make, Tabby.”“Oh, and I thought I was the only one with a secret tonight,” Tabatha replied.“Ah, you too? Well than, ladies first, and I insist.”“Very well, Owen. I slept with another man at the conference.”I was stunned. I hadn’t expected anything like this, especially with what I had in store for Tabby.My wife sat still, her face expressionless, except for a slight tic of her right eye.I took a deep breath. The killing tickle was becoming worse between her legs. She was building steadily toward a climax. Her mind whirled madly like an out-of-control merry-go-round while the dog's mouth worked over her pussy. She put a shaky hand down to her cuntal mound, felt how soaked with animal spittle she was, then felt the Setter's tongue lap her fingers and the sensitive places between them.Groaning again, Lydia dragged her fingers up her heaving belly and felt the wet streaks they were making against her.