I'm addicted to cum. But I guess you know that already. My beautiful blonde 45-year-old wife with a toned, athletic body makes it easy to be thus. I'd...do anything for her and have, loving my rather subservient station in life as her cum receptacle, her sex toy, her sperm catcher, all pet names my beloved wife has for me.There was this one guy she knew, Jack, a young stud (she likes 'em young, they cum lots and lots and can recharge on short notice, she says), who was eager to bang my wife's. The kitchen needed some work. The stove was uncommonly cheap and barely serviceable. The small refrigerator had been propped open to keep it from getting musty and cool air was pumping out of it. I closed the refrigerator doors then looked around for ice cube trays. Nope, no luck. I realized that I'd better dig out a pad of paper and a pen to leave on the counter for a while. I'd be writing shopping lists until the cows came home. It was obvious that whoever designed that kitchen certainly. Understood solider?"Malcolm nodded, and said, "Yes, sir. Perfectly, sir."The general simply nodded, and got out of the car. He walked over toLisa, and nodded to her as he headed to his own automobile. "You takecare of my boy, doc."Lisa nodded back, "Yes, sir."Lisa got into her car and started it up. As she hummed out of the lot,she asked her passenger, "What was that all about?" I needed to report on my last assignment," Malcolm replied. He lookedout at the road, "I'll fill you in later."Lisa. There was a large tub, a shower with a glass surround that was large enough for three or four to shower in comfortably. A counter with triple sinks, and a large toilet along with the usual mirrors and towel hangers completed the bathroom.The twins tried the water in each of the appliances to be sure that everything really worked. There was also soap near each appliance and some bath salts on the side of the tub."Yes, all of your houses have water that comes out of the walls, and the.