It did not matter what they were, mild, wild, weird or way out and off the wall because they were going to take place in the privacy of your own home.... had a long talk with my wife Joanna and she agreed that we needed to do something to get us out of our rut and she agreed to try role-playing. We bought a copy of Penthouse Letters and Joanna and I would spend hours reading the letters to each other. At first just reading the letters would get us hot and we would end up fucking like sex crazed. Her fingers weren't even holding it. Her power held my dick's tip against her hand. I whimpered, my pussy clenching. I couldn't flee without ripping my shaft off.“No!” I groaned.“Ooh, yes,” she purred. “I'm going to fuck your pussy and breed your tight cunt! I love breeding barely legal twats.”“But I'm already pregnant!” I moaned, my head casting about. I had to do something. What?The MILF grabbed my shoulder with her free hand, pushing me back. I struggled to stay upright, but she was a bigger. ’ I said. ‘I’m not expecting an admission that he did that to her himself.’ Cindy said drily. ‘Neither am I.’ I said, cryptically. That got two pairs of Angel Eyes peering at me, and confused looks on the faces of my young Detectives… * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At 8:30am, I had a very angry Cassie Sanderson in the lobby of my Police Headquarters. I told Cindy that we would just have to do this the formal way. ‘Hello, Mrs. Sanderson,’ I said, appearing in the lobby. ‘Would you please step. God! This couldn’t e true, I was getting aroused?I decided to keep quiet about the matter but to be on the lookout. Sure enough, I began to observe a pattern. I used to hang out my clothes for drying around 9 each morning – around 10 or so Prakash would hang out his clothes. I stayed hidden in my bedroom but could keep a watch through the mirror on my almirah by keeping its door open at a certain angle. I saw Prakash finish hanging out his washing and then casually glance around here and.