"Wes darling, you get yourself home. Josh and I will lock up ok?" Becki spoke softly to him. "Are you sure?" Wes asked. "Yes you're fine sweetie, go o..., on your way!" Beckie said waving him kindly out the door. As Becki cashed up the till, I closed the shutters on the shop window making sure they were secure and tight. I went through the back to grab my school bag but as I turned back around, Becki was blocking the door way, leaning against it. "You know Josh, you aren't half bad looking!" She. Fucking. That was the right word. In my short experience, I was already delineating intercourse into sex, making love, and now ... fucking. This latest session had just been unbounded, uncontrolled fucking!Behind my pressed-closed eyelids all I could see was Tiff’s tight, skinny bottom hovering over my face, the short blonde tangled hairs bristling, the gaping wide, pink, shiny slit between the engorged, fat, red lips, her amazing big clit hanging down stiffly like a stalactite, rivulets of her. It was there i confided in her my husband was cheating on me i didnt tell her bout earlier that morning but she was pissed as any good friend should be i begged her not to tell anyone and that i wanted her help to win him back.We were in victorias secret and i thought id buy pair of lingerie and stockings and itd be good so she sat with my daughter as i tried on several different pairs and modeled them for her. I must admit it was getting me really turned on and i could see she was enjoying. " I said in a joking way."Dad, come on. She looks like Morticia Adams. No way I am going to call her Mommy." she laughed again punching me in the arm."There" I said finding the next one. "She is quite attractive." I said hopefully. 'Dad, that is a man." What?" I blurted out. "That is a man.?" I said in disbelief."See, here, it says pre-op. That means." I cut her short. "I know, what that means." Now a little embarrassed. "Well, I do have to say that those are the nicest boobs I have ever seen.