I look at why everything happens. So of course I was wondering how two sweaty women and the reply “Nothing” went together.“Is it just me or are ...ou two beautiful women sweating?”“Mick! Beautiful women don’t sweat, they glow.”“Ok! You two are glowing and look marvelous. But what caused the glow?”“We just worked out, silly.”“Worked out? Where?”“In the workout room.”“You have a workout room?”“Mick! WE have a workout room. This is your home too, you know.”“Pardon me. I’m new here. I did not know. At the time I thought it just more of her cruel hyperbole, lies as nails for the coffin of our marriage.I did not believe her. Even though I knew by then how much she loved to fuck different guys, I was sure she would never risk her family getting to see her being the slut she really was, no matter how small the risk or high the rewards. It would have broken her mother’s heart to learn about her sweet Angie, the whore.I didn’t want to confront the truth, so I said nothing. During those last few. I resigned myself to the inevitable and simply chose to ignore it and got back to my work. My sigh was a mixture of relief at finally saying farewell to Mo and partly at the mountain of stuff I still had to do.Somehow, I managed to survive the rest of that week and the weekend was a resounding success judging by the size of the bonus I was given. I had high hopes of some repeat and new orders coming in on the back of it. I had to ring round all my ladies and thank them for their hard work and. You're the finest teacher in the school." She was enjoying the cock now. But I wanted her to shit my dick out, I liked the contractions. So I pushed it deeper into her anus."FUCK!! That hurts you little fuck!" She screamed and tried to turn around but I pushed her head against the wall and just pressed my dick as far as I could push and felt her spincter wrap around the base of my dick. Her ass cheeks were so plump and warm, I busted my nuts right then and held her body against mine to keep.