‘Yeah fine.’ I managed to choke out between coughs. ‘Go on.’ I concluded. ‘Well, your dad is the only man that I have ever had in my life or...my bed and the prospect of picking a replacement is somewhat demoralizing.’ She slurred out with a soft if emphatic tone. ‘I don’t know why I’m telling you this, if you want me to stop I’ll stop.’ She finished. ‘No, go on.’ I replied after now regaining my composure. Now I was a bit intrigued. Men always like to hear about somebody else’s sex life,. ” My wife pulled her pussy from my mouth. Some parts of my face dry and glazed, while others, in particular my mouth and nose, still very much wet. “Can I go in you?” I asked softly.“No you can’t,” my wife said. “I’m kind of sore and I had really good sex with Mark and I want to remember the thought of it.” I started jacking myself. My wife, now sitting Indian style in front of me told of her morning escapades, most of which I heard.Within a few moments I unloaded on her tits. *This. To make matters worse my partner Nick called in sick today. He probably went to the beach. Can’t say that I blame him but it means more work for me. It is around mid afternoon (the hottest time of course). I have made several deliveries already. I only have one delivery left to make today. I always hate this one. The Head Chef there can be a real bitch. She is constantly looking over our shoulders as we work, berating us with comments, and telling us how clumsy we are. Hopefully she. She is simply here, with no explanation or warning.Cassie shivers as she is reminded of her mother's nightmare of the night before. The door had stood open just as it does now. Absent is any sense of foreboding other than her own wariness towards the unknown ground upon which she is about to tread. She sees no darkness emanating from within. If anything, the light which spills into the corridor is warm and inviting.Cassie hears something in the distance, like the low murmur of conversation.