We had my parents house to ourselves all weekend. After our first night, waking up next to her and fantasizing about her, I was ready. I couldn’t ke...p my eyes off her sexy butt in her cute PJs all morning, her poky nipples pushing out through the cami top. I actually touched myself a little under the table while we were eating breakfast thinking about letting her at me in the bedroom. That's when I realized I had held out all I could.Watching her finish a mouthful of cereal, I said, "Sooooo,. She was merely a child-bearer, caretaker, cook and wife. And, in the evening a submissive and convenient receptacle for his passions. Mrs Cassandra Garrison was a beauty. She had been a cheerleader in high school, she kept in shape, took care of her appearance. She had long dark hair, and many people thought she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones. Her breasts were soft and full, and she cared for her legs by taking an evening run. She remembered the married woman who came to the church for. Myblack mesh minidress was ripped in a few places, and one fishnet thighhigh was almost down to my knee...oh my god..I thought. I placed ahand over my stomach, doing a few flips as Daddy's cum was the onlything I had eaten in about 24 hours...As I stared at myself, I felt the man coming back, I mean the maninside of me...he said 'What are you doing? Are you sure about this?'As I stared into my reflection taking in the slutty cocksucking messthat I was, I said aloud in my real voice, Trisha's. 59, sticking the still cold beers and water inthe fridge, and sat and read the paper, waiting for Peter to get home. Chapter Six: PeterIt was 6.25 and I was getting worried. Peter still wasn't home."Where is he?" I kept saying to myself as I paced up and down thehallway playing with my necklace.Just then he came through the door and threw down his bag. "Honey, I'mhome!" He said casually, which annoyed me slightly.Nonetheless I threw my arms around him and squeezed him tight. "Wherehave you.