It apparently wasn’t the fact that Angie was bi or lesbian that infuriated her fiancé Carlo so much. In fact Carlo had found that revelation to be ...uite stimulating and exciting. A bi-wife with a young lover offered fertile ground for fantasies and more than a few prospects for exciting diversions in a marriage. Rather it was the fact that Carlo had been bedding the very same housekeeper for months and had never been able to get her to orgasm even once that made him furious. Carlo’s rather. I guess it was a teacher thing. I mean, I’d heard him swear around Mom, and when they were having sex, why, dirty words were flying.“Open up the laptop,” he said and hit the gas, driving us through the intersection.I did. The screen appeared. There was a program running. On the left side was a GPS map. It loaded for a moment then it showed us moving down it like it would on my phone. There were a lot of dots on the screen, all of them with a series of strange letters and numbers. Some were. The sisters continued onward as the men began to follow a dozen pacesbehind. "Thanks," Erica said. "I'm not even sure I remember where weparked." "No problem," Veronica replied. "We're behind the church onJames Street. Relax. It's not your fault, everyone forgets things now and then.Dad can be such an ass at times. Don't let him get to you. We don't have tobe in a bad mood just because he is." "Thanks. I guess you're right." The older girl smiled and ruffled her sister's already disheveled. I know it would be perfectly innocent to strip him before covering him with the duvet but…I dunno, I just didn’t wanna think about it.So I was just gonna cover him with the duvet, leave him with his trackies and his T-shirt on. I wasn’t looking, not on purpose. I just glanced. A quick glance, that’s all it was. I would never ever take advantage of my beautiful mate while he was asleep but I couldn’t help noticing that a big meaty hard-on was growing in his trackies. It was bulging up in his.