A rabbit hole seems thoroughly lacking as a metaphor at present. She wonders if it even matters given the state of her life at this moment.Alien hands...find purchase on her ass and she shivers.The thread goes taut.She wonders what Aunt Mireille would say if she brought Aurora home… snogged the shit out of her right there on the kitchen counter. She’d be speechless, for once in her rancid, miserable life. It’d be the greatest success of her life. She’d wink and…Willow feels her cheeks pulled. Helen Sparks was a good looking woman in possibly her mid to late forties. The first thing I noticed about her was the confidence she seemed to have, since I lived with a woman like this for over twenty-five years. She also was a good looking woman and dressed nice and didn't try to dress younger than she was and pile on the make-up. I guess if I was to sum her up in one word I'd say she was a classy lady.I looked to see when my interview was and it was that day after I made my first run. I was. He looked around and saw me watching. 'Come over here.' he said. It was more an order than a request. I did as he said and stood over them still wanking on my dick. 'Kneel down and watch me shag your wife.' As I knelt beside them, he raised himself up so that I could see his cock going in and out of Helen. He had one arm supporting himself on the back of the couch and with his free hand he reached out and pulled my head down onto Helen's stomach. My head was being squashed between their two. Her smile was radiant and she was very friendly even though married. She would freely give hugs when we met for sales calls or lunch, which was a godsend for a lonely 30 year old far from home. Eventually, we spoke of our personal lives and I mentioned how much I missed my girlfriend and the lack of physical female intimacy. One day when we were at the bar drinking after work she asked me how we kept the relationship going with me away. We were sitting next to each other in a curved end booth..