Sandra was wearing a maid's uniform but where she should of had on a blouse there was none. Her small chocolate boobs with dark nipples were free to b... seen. The skirt was short and he could see the fine curls of her pubic hair. She was wearing heels and fishnet stockings secured to a garter belt."Sandra, Mr bro has sprayed his cum all over me. Please clean it up." Jenny said."Yes Ms Jenny." Sandra replied as she joined Jenny on her knees.bro sat with his mouth opened as his black Mistress. I swallowed every drop and when he was finished I began to remove my mouth from his cock. He held me firmly in place while he rubbed his wet cock all over my face.Just as I sat up another car pulled in beside us, the woman driver seemed to be staring at us I don't know if see caught me raising my head from Dave's crotch. We sat there for quite a while with Dave asking me all kinds of questions about my home life, my work, etc.Finally he got out of my car and told me that he would call me. Jim’s wife, Heather at 47 years old, was hopelessly addicted to alcohol and tranquilizers. She was well aware of his adulterous relationship, but was promiscuous herself. On occasion she allowed herself to be picked up by men, usually younger ones, on the bar scene. Always good for a quick fuck or blow job, she had no interest in any extended affair; her male partners were turned off by her habitual inebriation, andtheir interest was entirely sexual.Heather had no interest in divorce; although. She was tired of playing alone and she wanted to just rough-house as boysoften do. I suggested that she join the YMCA, but if she did that shewould have to look like a boy or it would be weird. It was decided thatwith her short hair, if she wore a big boy style of glasses and used somemakeup to give herself freckles that she could pass for a boy. Her bigproblem was that she didn't move like a boy. Learning to walk like a boywasn't too hard, but to learn to run like a boy was a bit more.