" Sure thing, Mrs. Cooke," I said. She winked at me and I knew I'd said the right thing. I headed home, got clean, and got dressed in comfortable clea... clothes. I put my price sheets in one pocket, and pulled a ribbon of condoms out and put them in the other. I was, as the scout say, "being prepared."Janet was sitting at the breakfast nook when I got back. She handed me a lemonade and had me sit down. Two other women were also sitting there. They were a bit older than Janet, but not by much.. At that age, I had started masturbating and sitting around such hot women anyone could guess the number of times I could give my penis a shag. So I used to take a lot of washroom breaks. I used to go there jerk give my penis some jerk and come back but that day was the luckiest day of my life. As soon as I entered the washroom I so my busty teachers undergarments, they were blue in color and had wet patches on them. I caught hold of one of them a started licking those patches ohh…god the taste. I fucked her relentlessly, I sodomised her and I swamped her with pleasure. My mind ran wild at the imaginings of her. My cock was stiff whenever she was near. Of course, it was the thought of her with her other lovers that excited me. I wanted my wife to be sluttish, promiscuous, wanton, debauched. As she once was. But she would not have a bar of it. She had turned a corner in her life, and settled into monogamy, and we tapered off into a quiet routine of occasional, barely satisfying sex.. I didn’t even get ‘em down good before he sucked in air like I’d just stabbed him. I jerked my hands back, “Oh shit! I’m sorry!” then reached out again, daintier this time, and pulled his shorts down the rest of the way. His dick bounced up and down like a diving board the moment it was released. Even though I’d fantasized for years about what it would look like, I never imagined it being so big. My whole body clenched at the thought of him rubbing my walls clean.I puckered up my lips like they.