Then Sunday rolls around and we close the cedar door of the sauna and the world is forgotten - all that matters is my wet cunt and his hard cock. He t...eats me gently or as harsh as I desire in that small hot room and I can not get enough. My son uses me and I love it!That sounds positively evil, doesn't it?Yet I don't care. That hard youthful cock gave me more pleasure than I had ever thought possible and though it was malicious of god to give it to my child, I was not strong enough to deny. Two women sat on the red leather settee. A blond haired woman, dressed in some sort of loose gown printed in gaudy colours sat nearest the door. She it was who exuded the apprehension. Her discomfort was apparent in the tiny beads of sweat that broke out over her top lip. He sensed the heat of her body it wasn't a healthy temperature.The other woman was much younger, probably in her teens. Perfume masked most of her signature, but he was able to determine that she had recently ovulated, perhaps. But being me, I didn't have enough courage to express my feelings or even to ask her anything about her recent past.In the meantime Lena had organized three glasses and a bottle of champagne out from somewhere and filled the three glasses. Then she asked us to sit down. I did as I was told. Her couch was as comfy as it looked. Lena sat down next to me and signed the contract of purchase without any hesitation."I'm so happy that I can move out of the home of my parents now. Thanks for that,. “You too. I love you.” Trevor looked at the wonderful and loving woman he was madly in love with. Even after ten years of marriage he simply couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, and each day he would wake up with a smile on his face, feeling like the luckiest man alive.Some days he felt even luckier, those days when he would wake up in the guestroom down the hall, knowing that his wife had spent the evening and night in bed with a handsome black man. On those occasions, he would get up.