Well, enough description, I promised you a good one so if you want to hear a true sluts tale, read on. I knew Anne Marie was starting to yearn for a l...ttle extramarital activity because for the last month or so she has once again started to tease me a bit. Just little things, like when we would make love and I am inside of her, she would whisper in my ear that she wished that my cock was just a little bit bigger and that it was time that she found someone to really fill her up. When she talks. She tipped the bottle up and took a swallow. It went down like molten lead but she bravely swallowed again and recapped the bottle. The booze gave her an immediate buzz. She felt warm and easy-flowing. It wasn't bad at all--except for the taste.The first drawer she opened was stuffed full of eight by ten glossies of naked girls. All ages, all types. Some looked pretty whorish while others looked as innocent as a Sunday school teacher. A lot of the girls were posed with what looked like a. "Don't like thunder, huh?"Jill looked up at me."Don't be mean. They're just babies." All right, all right. I wasn't trying to be mean, just making an observation. Mom needs some help in the kitchen. Bring them in and they can lie next to Queenie. Sara, I need to get some clothes out of the room."God, I was going to be glad when the room over the garage was built and I had access to all my stuff without having to ask permission. Not that Sara ever refused me, but who wants to have to get an OK. Gabrielle was always so full of life and she was cheerful when she came home."I'm okay, Mom. I'm just tired," she replied."I think its mono," John said, with a big grin. "She's probably been kissing that big black guy down the block and caught it from him." Why don't you suck a golf ball through a garden hose," she snapped."Only you can do that," he replied."All right, leave her alone," Peg sneered. "Go out and mow the lawn in the backyard before your father gets home." Don't mow, get on all.