“Now, do you worry about all this. This is mama and papa kind of stuff to figure out. You just work on your schoolwork okay?”I nodded.“Promise m... you won’t worry about all this?”I nodded again, “Promise.”I got to my room and closed the door. Wow, mom was a wreck, Dad was hardly around, we didn’t have any money, Brian was out with Drew, probably getting into some trouble and their one shining hope was me. Me, Bailey Marsh, the cum drinking princess. God, we really were a complete mess of a. I noted when snooping that she did not delete the pictures. Next he began to correspond with my wife directly and they arranged to meet here at our house. Finally the night arrived and he came over, the plan was if my wife felt uncomfortable at all that I would get the guy to leave. We sat around to have drinks in our living room. When I came back with another round, my wife was making out with him. I sat across from them and watched. This was what I had waited for. They had there hands all. I was sure I had turned it before I went to bed. I'd been working with a site that I'd found a couple of days earlier, 'yourperfectwoman.com' It was a great programme and I'd had a lot of fun with it. I was in my mid sixties, retired and divorced. Over the last couple of days I'd come up with some fantastic females. Tall, leggy blondes, brunettes, red heads, all in their late twenties or early thirties. I'd let my imagination run riot. Most of my creations were totally impractical. Perfect. I noticed that the tables were arranged in concentric circles around a space on the floor, empty except for a sturdy, high backed wooden chair. ‘You are a little later than I expected, Greta. But we have waited for you. Make yourselves comfortable.’ She left us and a waitress came immediately to our more Sekt. How I could drink so much and remain sober I do not know. The waitress was, like all the others, naked apart from a long apron with a bib which covered her breasts. There was nothing.