He was reading a paper with one hand while the other absently held a mug of coffee. His desk was littered with paper work. A long wooden counter separ...ted the large office into an area for teachers and supplicants. It reminded me a bit of Britain and my difficulty in getting into the school system.A feeling of dread pulsed from Liz. I wondered for a moment if the administrator an ogre or was this unaccustomed event the cause of the unrest? This door opened much easier but this time I entered. I loved it, now. But wives aren't supposed to use their husbands like this. If they have a problem, they are supposed to try to talk it out. Sure, she married an insurance-mongering asshole, a gladhander, a sexist schmuck. Maybe no one could talk to me about anything, then. But she was a grown-up. No matter how much of an asshole I was, she married that asshole with her eyes wide open. She looked at me and she told hundreds of people and a man of God, "I do." She didn't know what I was. “Would you like some help cleaning up?” I asked.“Yes,” Alex replied.I lead him to my bathroom. The black brackish water had stained his hands, arms, and chest.“I think a shower might be needed,” I remarked as we stepped into my bathroom. Alex looked at my closed shower curtain around my garden tub. “OK,” Alex replied,’ But only if you join me.”Now we were talking. Alex stripped out of his clothes, his eight-inch, cut, manhood hanging down. I slipped my fingers around his semi-erect cock and. I’d imagined he’d be the submissive one.I was already wet and horny, and watching my best-friend slam my stepmom like that really got to me. When I cum, I cum hard. I also cum messy. I’m a “creamer”, not a “squirter” – thick globs, almost like semen. I always need a towel on hand when I masturbate.I fingered myself while watching them. Wishing I was the one getting licked and fucked. I was so worked up that I kept playing with my pussy even after they were done. I think I got myself off at.