"Shut the fuck up, Rosa." His words were slurred. "Go back to bed or sit there and watch me fuck your granddaughter's face. I don't care which."Withou... waiting for any response, he swung one leg over my face and sat on my breasts. Leaning forward, he brought his cock toward my mouth. The only cock I had ever seen previously had been attached to the groin of Michael Beasley. In comparison, Grandpa's seemed to be twice as long – though in retrospect I know it wasn't – and twice as fat around –. Stopping meant breaking down the foundation of my beliefs, tearing apart the only thing that kept me going. And I wasn’t going to live through these next few hours without believing I was doing the right thing, I just wasn’t. I opened the door and walked into a silent house, the echoing silence a sign in itself. No people around could only mean one thing, my husband had made sure that the household staff was nowhere to be seen, he had made sure that we had the house to ourselves. Cold shivers. She always seemed to be intimately connected to any rumor of sex or scandal in town. Justin once told me she gossiped better than any postman."More like Bill the Bullshitter," Justin said, earning a dirty look from his wife, and giggles from his two daughters. "That man would say anything if he thought it brought him what he wanted, and usually that was a wet pussy."I sighed. "I know. I should never have stayed with him, but I never thought he'd turn into the complete ass he became." I know you. Clad in the bedclothes, I headed to the showers. Being 8am, it was bustling with women. Short, chubby European women, long, thin chorus girls and everything in between all clamouring for a toilet, a shower, a mirror, a towel. It may be wrong but I happily listened in on everyone's conversations about cheating husbands and make up tips. I waited my turn and then enjoyed the satisfying spray of the showerhead. I lathered myself almost passionately, with my eyes open. I took care with my hair and.