When I got home, my dinner was waiting on the table, and Martha was there stirring her iced tea. "How's Janet?" I asked. Martha stared lazily at me, s...ill stirring her glass as she responded. "Oh, we had a very difficult day; lots of hard work, poor Janet was quite exhausted by dinner time. Poor thing, she was so out of it I had to undress her for bath and bed." I grunted, trying to set aside the picture of small Martha man-handling my wife's body (or more likely woman-handling) as I chewed my. ..my cock shot out my full load right on to the dark blue towel covering her head. It was a glorious sight, big glob of my cum right on the back of her towel covered head and she didn’t notice! I still had another load to shoot but rather than risking her feeling it hit her this time I moved slightly to the right and shot my cum over the bench next to her, then quickly and quietly moved to a cubicle that was more out of the way than before, and left the door open just enough to see her. She. It was a hot afternoon of summer and we had summer vacations. I need some help in my vacation home work so i decided to go to consult with my teacher in neighbor. As i used to go there and need not to undertake any formality soI just entered their home without knocking, there was no one in the home and it was quite silent and nobody was there. In surprise i started roaming in their house. I entered one of the room it was vacant and television was on, i stood there waiting for someone watching. I looked back at Catriona. ‘Oh,’ I said, ‘I think I must be the Joker. Don’t you?’ She laughed suddenly, a rich, warm laugh, her eyes dancing. ‘I think you must be.’ Sometime later in the meal, I asked her, as one does, what she did. Tony answered quickly, cutting across her. ‘She’s a waitress in a cafe. Part-time.’ Catriona looked defiant and hurt. ‘Not a cocktail bar?’ ‘No’, she said, ‘that much is true. No, I’m trying to write a book, a novel.’ ‘Dear sir or madam, will you read my.