In fact, Tom often spent the night, withthe two of them going to work together the nextmorning, sharing the same car. I came home from work one day, e...hausted from a daydealing with dumb customers and stupid supervisors. Ineeded a shower very badly. I passed by the bathroomand heard the shower running. I opened the bathroomdoor and took off my clothes, intending to surprise myhusband in the shower. Through the frosted glass door,I could see his fleshy form, and could even make outthe dark patch. . I was just being nosy."She smiled at me. It was a sad smile but how I loved her smile, especially when it was directed at me."I'm just not used to talking about my history. In these parts everyone knows everything about you. That's the way of small communities. That's not necessarily bad ... because people out here tend to look after one another." When ... after Tom ... died ... I kind of lost it. On weekends I would just drive for hours. One day I found myself here. If you asked me how I got. Stuff began to run out of the sides of her mouth and down her cheeks and dribble out of her vagina and anus. She was soon so full that the tentacles had to pull out, although they were still spurting great ropes of creamy mess, which splattered all over her face, tits, and tummy.Rachel’s mouth was full of goo. Logically, there was no way it could be semen, but it certainly tasted and smelt exactly like it. More streams of the stuff ran out of her anus and vagina, gushing down onto the floor. I was six foot, fit but not fanatically so, dark straight hair, glasses, usually wearing a plain dark suit. She was a couple of years older, about five four, curvy, heavy breasted with rich dark copper hair and pale skin. She would dress slightly sexily, if that makes sense. Not tarty, but a cut above the average - not a housewife meeting friends, more a businesswoman meeting a colleague.We had developed a ritual. Just as I liked her to tell me what knickers she was wearing, she liked to show.