“Are you going to see Him again?” I asked, as I positioned myself behind her. “Do you want me too?” she asked.“Is he a good fuck?” I asked...“He is” she replied. “A VERY good fuck… and He loves fucking Me.. your wife!”“What did He text you thins morning?” I asked as I rubbed the tip of my cock against my wife’s ass.She extended her arm and reached for her phone. “Hold on a minute” she said, while opening her chat app.“Do you really want to read it?” she asked, “the text that He send me. It seemedthat the victim's belly visibly swelled, as thetorture, essentially unchanged since the days of TheHoly Inquisition, deprived the Communist of anyrest or dignity, subjecting her to pains whichwracked her insides. They were pouring liquid soapinto the funnel when she gave a great heave, and atorrent of vile, brown fluid filled her panties andslid down her legs, dripping through the mesh ofher hose. "Arraawwgh!" she cried, when theyremoved the funnel, and she bent over as even. Or rather he sat down on the sofa and she knelt straddling his lap and started kissing him. The hem of the dress had ridden up. Before long they were both moaning as their kisses became more and more intense."Mike," she said breathlessly as they came up for air. "Can we use your room? Mine is a little too near the children." Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. "This was only our first date."She kissed him again. "Mike we've lived together for seven months. For most of that time I've. I slipped her panties down, took some astroglide from my bag and slicked up that pink pussy of hers. I wanted her to think she was getting all wet for me.The look on her face as she sat down and realized how wet her panties were was priceless. Her eyes got huge!"Are you sure you're all right, Ms. Kirkland? I asked."Uh, I'm fine. Fine... Logs. Now." Here you go," I said, handing her my employment records. She started going through them, making sure every t was crossed and i was dotted like she.