No longer was it dirty, she had made me lick the filth into my mouth. She indicated for me to take the tray away. I took it to the kitchen and washed ...p and cleaned before returning to her. Whilst I had been in the kitchen she had changed into outdoor clothing.I will be going soon." she said as she dangled my, or now her car and door keys. "You can polish my boots before I go."I kneeedl before her, polishing her knee length black shiny boots. She told me that I would catch a bus tomorrow over. .the brackets gave way down came the shelf,followed by tins of paint and all sorts of other crap I lost my balance,fell to the floor and landed in a puddle of red paint.You think that was bad?when i stood up i had paint everywhere and I mean everywhere.Clothes,hair and you guessed it,all over my John Thomas.Oh but that still ain't the worst of it.It was gloss paint and my wife at the time was busy putting the finishing touches to her own war paint so that we could go out for the night.Funny now. I had always enjoyed looking at Becky and wondered what she would be like in bed. I’m in the kitchen trying to recall all of the conversations that Gina and I have had over the years and I don’t’ recall her mentioning her attraction to women or to Becky for that matter. Nor do I recall any conversation of Becky being bi-sexual. We’ve shared our fantasies and none of Gina’s involved another woman. Not that I mind having two hot women kissing in my living room. Gina knew of this fantasy of mine. He moves around the counter, separating us and our friends, as he continues making dinner, slowly pushing in and out with his big man meat, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I try to help him make dinner, but the pleasure from getting my ass railed, and the knowledge that our friends were right across from us, made it hard to be discreet. I struggle to contain a moan of loss as he pulls out right before I get off. Thank god our friends are exceptionally oblivious, or else I’m sure.