''Great. What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday morning.''And what else would you be doing?''Sleeping. Or shagging.''Don't you need a woman ...or the second option?''Ha bloody ha. Just hurry up so we can get this over with and go for a pint.'A white transit van waited for them outside the large former farmhouse where Mrs McCarthy had lived out her final years. A well-dressed man got out of the passenger side as Matt pulled onto the gravelled driveway.'Matt!' The man extended his hand in. "Next time, I want you to put it in me" could mean a couple of things. To paraphrase a President, it all depends on what the meaning of "it" is. I suppose I managed to get through the day without showing my inner turmoil. But I couldn't begin to tell you what I did. When I got home that evening, my wife was sitting at the kitchen table reading a magazine. It may sound callous, but I didn't feel any sort of guilt about my dalliance with Jenny. The way I looked at it, my wife hadn't lost. Chris could see Jonathan's reflection in the mirror, as the man clearly adjusted his male member, as his hand trailed off her shoulder. Chris smiled a seductive smile."Dad! C'mon!" came a familiar scream from down the hall.Turning back around, Chris held up the front of the nurses uniform with her left hand, clenching the door handle with her right. Mr. Borden took a moment before backing up from the young woman's personal space. "Nine o'clock, then... Jonathan?" Nine o'clock." He replied.. I closed my mouth and smiled. I stood on my knees and put myhead over Lindsay. She looked up and opened her mouth. I spit the cum out and it oozed intoLindsay's waiting mouth. She snapped it up and swallowed it. I laughed and licked the leftovercum off my lips. Daddy then said he wanted to show Lindsay what I had enjoyed only daysearlier. Lindsay was curious. My dad helped her off her knees and led her to my bed. He toldher to put her hands on the bed. She did that, and Daddy lifted her yellow.