I knew youd finally come home. She patted her knee with one hand while the other held the door open, leaving no hands to hold her robe closed. I licke... my lips as I caught sight of a erect pink nipple and lacy black panties. Cmon boy, come in. Even though I wanted to attack her then and there, I calmed myself and slowly walked across the threshold. I turned and watched as she closed and bolted the door, closing out monsters, not knowing she had let in one of the most dangerous monsters alive.. I joined them and sat down. Stella said, "Well hi there George, I thought I saw you drive up ten minutes ago when I went into the bedroom." Stella is really getting into this game. Me too. I can't wait for the next episode. It's my turn to expose myself for her. I've got to come up with something good. My turn came up that Sunday morning. And it definitely upped the ante. The four of us were in the kitchen having breakfast, reading the paper, doing normal Sunday morning stuff. Everyone was. The bitch had the audacity to look at me at say that she was not leaving until we talked at least. I snorted and turned my back on her and started to change into my home clothes. I started when I felt her touch me and heard her insist that we could work this out. My wife had always used sex as a negotiating tool and apparently she thought that I was still susceptible to her charms. I told her calmly to take her fucking hands off me and to go fuck the nearest animal she could find with my. Trousers, jumper and plain cotton panties. The conversation was getting a bit hotter now, as John typed that he was imagining her in some of the outfits she wore on some of the photo shoots and he had his cock out and was wanking at the thought of her. Hazel suddenly got up and marched out of the room. I thought she was upset at Johns comments but five minutes later she returned to the lounge. My jaw dropped. She had changed into one of her posing outfits, red bra and pantie set with.