Of course he didn't know why. Iknew.So I felt better at first. No more guilt or risk of exposure. Andafter all, I still have sexual needs to satisf..., so now who can blameme?Then one morning as I dressed myself for a session with Greg itoccurred to me that I wasn't being fair to my beloved husband. Nor tome as his wife -- I did miss the feel of his mouth ardent on my pussy,cleaning Greg's creamy juice out of me whenever I returned home from asession with that real man. I'd rid myself of. Apparently their friendly dinner together ended up being a smorgasboard of sexual favors and experimentation.Jan told me all about it, and marveled at how we had another sexual dynamo on the block. She said that Violet couldn't stop asking about me, and that her eyes lit up when she told her that DJ and I liked to fool around. I can honestly tell you I've never been more thrilled.I tried to think of how I could set up a tryst with my former co-worker or her well hung husband. As things would. Jenny had a huge smile on her face as I dove right in and ate her pussy like it was the last one on earth, so clean and so fresh I remember the first time I ate Barb’s pussy I couldn’t get enough of it and now I have two pussy’s life can’t get any better. Twenty minutes I burrowed my tongue deep in Jenny’s cunt and using my fingers to help her reach a massive orgasm when she finally peaked she grabbed my hair and ground her sweet cunt all over my face just like Barb use to do like mother like. With Mom engaging in herpart time work after her shift at the Greek restaurant in midtown, itwas a valid assumption. She was as selective as she could be, keepingher independent business off the street, away from the eyes and fingersof the pimps. She was careful to keep the volume of trade low enough toavoid too much visibility, settling for a few regulars.He remembered growing up in a small house in suburban Nassau County,just he and Mom. She had a job as a cook and worked odd shifts,.