” Yvonne gasped. “Look, I’m not sure what history you have with the gals in my book club, but I do know you’re the best employee I’ve ever h...d. I also know that after what I’ve been told about this so-called labyrinth, I’m thinking I made a huge fucking mistake moving to this town.” Cindy looked around, then said softly, “If you promise to keep what I tell you a secret, I’ll tell you all I know about the labyrinth after work today. I swear it.” The bell on the store’s door rang and Yvonne. I wasted no time and moved my hands over her breasts and started squeezing them slowly. I nibbled on her ear lobes and licking on the back of her neck. I again whispered in her ear that I was feeling horny early in the morning and just felt like fucking her now. You can imagine the situation, me enjoying with my saali, hidden under the blanket, in the presence of my wife and mother-in-law in the same room and they were not aware of it.I continued to knead and squeeze her breasts, over her. She would like to suck him into orgasm in her mouth if she didn't have such an aching want in her loins, a want that demanded his long, thick rod of flesh.Chris couldn't believe that Wendy actually wanted him to ass- fuck her. Hell, Jill would never let me do that, married or not! he mused inwardly. He had all those frustrating months of unfulfillment with Jill to work off, those days and nights of torments when she would break away whenever his penis hardened up against her skin. Now he could. I just told you that I love you very much. I show you by treating you like you’re special, which you are, and doing nice things for you, and cuddling you. That kind of thing.”“And fucking me?” she smiled.“Yes, that too, but I think it’s better to call it making love. There’s a difference.”“Really? What’s the difference?”“Well, one is usually slow, and sweet, and nice. I call it the joining of two souls. The other is just about pleasure.”“Oh, so like the first time we did it and then when I was.