She proceeded to lick my shaft a couple of times and then opened her mouth and took in my cock head. She slid her lips along my shaft, taking about a ...hird of my length while stroking the rest with her hand. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and moaned in appreciation. It felt so fucking good to have my cock in a wet mouth again. My wife wasn't lying, I never got head at home. I looked over at my wife and saw that she had removed her panties, which were laying on the ground. I could see a. "Bret, what clothes are you taking to wear at the Olympics? We were talking and realized you never wear anything but your issued clothing."Bret answered with a grimace, "That's the only clothing I own, except what the Olympic committee issued me to wear when preforming."All four girls were speechless with their shock. For the last three years, Bret had been giving allowances every other month to make sure their wardrobes were sufficient. He had supplied them homes to live in, cars for. "Can't have that, can we?" she smiled, pulling her top off. Turning to face him, she hooked it around his head before tugging him down to kiss her. "Good morning, beautiful man," she cooed, pressing her bare breasts against his hairy chest. He was wearing shorts, and all she had on were her sheer emerald green panties."Good morning to you, angel. Oh, and by the way, with your wild red hair and those green panties you look like a living, breathing Irish fantasy girl." An Irish fantasy girl, huh?. Fancy that, a man with a wife and babies lusting after an eighteen year old.''Actually I'm not eighteen, and our relationship is based on a mutual esteem and wit. But you probably wouldn't understand that.''What is that supposed to mean?'Lily spun on her heel and went back to her office with a little smirk on her face.Perhaps it was victory or something else, but she suddenly felt different. She packed up her desk five minutes early and left, crumbling down the gravel road, down the hill and.