She kissed her husbands’ neck, and whispered in his ear, “Want to…?” He grinned, and squeezed her ass. He pressed himself against her tighter ...or a second, and then he rolled away from her. He had a smile on his face, but she knew the answer was no. It was almost always no. She had gotten used to it, after seven years of marriage. But still, it felt like a rejection, and it stung. She used to tell him it made her feel that way, but then she noticed that after his apology, he never really. C. (Not that I need to say keep quiet to her, my sister whom never hardly spoke!). Dutifully she did as she had been told.Great, an audience said Beckie Adds to the occasion she smiled back at me. I opened the bottle of oil and poured some into the palm of my hand and wrapped my hand around my cock, smearing its length, I then put some more oil in my palm and put the thumb of my other hand and oiled it. Just wait there my pretty I said as I climbed onto the bed behind Beckie. I rolled the tip. C'mon, I can't compete with ... that!" she said, gesturing with her hands to Angie's devastating curves.Angie grinned. "Sweetie, that's what you said yesterday too, yet I think we can all agree that you seem to be competing just fine now; maybe even more than just fine, considering what you did to him this morning," she added, making a show of rubbing my cock as she smiled at her sister."So my doing it with your husband wasn't enough? Now you want me to 'flash my blonde pussy' to everyone else. Although she did not have a degree, she had various certificates and diplomas in computer skills and business studies. They also seemed to be from colleges in the same places. I theorised that she had taken them to fill her time while Jimmy was at sea. I also noted that she had three children, all at secondary school. The interview was pretty much a carbon copy of the preceeding one, again until the last two questions. ‘Why do you think you will be suited to this job?’ ‘I am able to provide.