From the living room, you either went into our kitchen or took a right hand just inside the kitchen and a turn down a short hallway to another f****y ...oom and then an immediate right into our bedroom. I had a small cassette recorder and decided to make use of it. I asked my buddy to come over one day and waited with my recorder. I taped him knocking on the door and then hid the recorder in the room. We sat and talked for a bit before turning on the game. I did this a couple of times, secretly. Now? Now I was excited at the prospect and I found myself both craving and fearing whatever she had in mind for me.It was just as I remembered. Bookshelves filled with more books than I could imagine reading. Pictures of her and Mr. V, of the kids, of friends and family. Some paintings on the walls, some I recognized as copies of famous paintings. Monet’s The Truth of Nature and Van Gogh’s Irises, as well as a two I didn’t recognize, but probably should have.The carpet was thick and soft. But she hadn't shared all of them -- and definitely not the most arousing ones. As much as she loved her husband, she feared he'd be repulsed by some of her more extreme fantasies.Alison realized that while she'd been musing, her eyes had been on Arianwen, even though she hadn't been focusing on her. She got a serious shock when she did focus on her. Her student was just pulling her hand out from underneath her very short skirt. She wasn't looking up, so Alison could watch her with impunity,. ”The girls squealed and fell forward.“Yes, happy, but are you satisfied?” Julie rubbed her hands on Max’s legs.Jackie piped in, “Don’t leave poor Ted out of the fun.” She flicked her tongue out and licked my throbbing cock.“I know what, lets trade daughters for the night.” Max said it. I’m glad I didn’t.“Daddy!” Lisa said as both girls rolled over to look at us with wide eyes. “What if Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell are nasty perverts?’“Well baby, that might turn out to be fun…what do you think.