160 cm and 55Kg, open minded, submissive and devoted to her husband. But things had become a bit boring, she would fuck on demand, kitchen, bed, even ...n public, but after 10 minutes and a few positions, she would tell me to hurry up. Most times I would just wank and get it over with. Other times I would wank several times per day and not be able to cum. Then there were the late night porn sessions into the early hours while she was lying next to me. In all honesty I was addicted to porn and it. But she picked them up quick. Perhaps it was her lifetime of piano play that drew her to typing. Even as a kine, she found typewriters fascinating.“Yo, Natasha.” Snap snap. The Gangrel was snapping her fingers in front of Natasha’s face, and she hadn’t even realized. “The info?”“Right, right.” The two were in Natasha’s apartment, in her living room, and she had her laptop on the kitchen counter. Jessy must have got up from the couch to pester her.“It says here,” she said, and raised a finger to. "Oh I've embarrassed you, haven't I?" Helen asked."No, I just, I just don't know." You don't know what?" Helen asked. "You don't know if what I just asked was a genuine question or just some old lady going on and on about nothing?"The mute expression on his face said it was something like that. Along with the wish that he was somewhere else right now."And after all, I'm not just some lady on the street but someone who knows your family and probably runs into your mother now and then," she. It was very faulty reasoning, but the more I considered it the more it made the only possible sense: she was scared I would find out and sandbag her. Well, I was going to do just that."Yeah, Henry, that's about it." I had come to his home unannounced and had surprised him. I had given him the recording and the name of the barkeep who had been a witness to the bizarre meeting with my wife and her fuck buddy only hours earlier."Okay, I will have them both served on Monday. Are you going home?" he.