? That was the best head job I have everreceived.? To clear my head, I decided to go out back for abreather.? It was already dark, and Ilooked over a... the window that I opened earlier in the day.? It was still opened, and the lights wereon.? I watched as Samantha walked acrosscompletely nude.? She must have justgotten out of the shower.? Her dark hairlooked so sexy damp.? She walked over tothe bed and lay down.? I could see her, legsspread and her fingers exploring her cunt..? She rubbed it. I watched in silence as my husband put on a fresh set of clothes, feeling a pang when he tossed his day-old white shirt onto the leather chair.Leaning over me, Ron gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I almost pulled back knowing those same lips had been wrapped around our son's cock which spurted sperm into my mouth. The guilt was overbearing. Ron then left.Turning onto my side, I bent my legs and then straightened them. Then I rolled onto my stomach only to flip onto my back. Grabbing the sides. Yes Mister Tollerturn you into a woman, that session is $1,000. Are you interested?Okay then let's go for the big one I laughed, it should be interesting.Yes it will be Mister Toller more then you know, she responded. I handedher the 10 $100 bills that my editor had given me and she took them andstood up. I will be right back Mister Toller, please relax.She came back in with a small tray with a highball glass on it, filledwith pinkish looking liquid. She handed it to me. What is this I. Now, I’m not into retro styling, or steampunk, but a classic British sports-car is something else. A friend who was moving abroad offered me his 1954 MG TD (in British Racing Green!), and I couldn’t resist. It was – my excuse – my reward to myself for my BA distinction in archaeology. A Master’s soon followed, and I began some teaching along with working on my doctorate.And what, I hear you asking, about boys? I dated in Sixth Form, but honestly, I got tired of fending off ‘wandering palms’..