But why on earth would he hide it from her? Was he afraid that he was no good? Didn’t he want to expose his writing talent, if any, to his wife and ...o the rest of the world? She grinned, delighted with this prospect. Richard was a writer. How wonderful! Then doubt set in. He wouldn’t be pleased to know that she had read his work. She saw it now, laid out before her, his anger and disappointment with her. No, no, no. She wouldn’t think about the consequences, not now. Maggie kneeled in front of. I'm not saying I'm a wimp but Dee was daddy's little girl and I was her little fool. However, forking over $1,499 for a smartphone was absolutely ridiculous, not to mention the monthly $120 bill I'd have to pay for her unlimited shit-chat minutes. No way brother!Dee takes after her mother, both in looks, she models a bit, and in personality. Physically, she inherited my wife's best features, such as her big, spongy, heart-shaped ass and perky marshmallows tits. As for her attitude, well .... Today she was wearing a light blue full skirted cotton dress with short sleeves, dark holdup stockings and very pointedly, no underwear for our sex play. My cock was leaking more and more delicious precum as this happened and I anticipated what was going to happen to me. There was a steadily greater accumulation of wetness on my nightie and it felt delightful. My nightie was raised at the back to the level of the top of my arse and my legs f***ed apart as my partner wanted to see my hole and. The uncontrollable need to cum, while the faceless stranger watched her, was maddening. The phone vibrated, announcing his arrival. She placed a call to the number that was programmed in the cell phone. Her heart pounded as she waited and wondered if he would answer the call and talk to her. Alicia needed to hear his voice. He did answer her call. And to her surprise, he spoke. “Good evening, Alicia.” His voice sent a sexually charged chill through every nerve in her body. It possessed a.