I was now a prized voyeur, a girl who willingly participated deviant acts, without crying foul, keeping mum and quietly watching as they relieved them...elves in front of me, and my just reward was financial, with only 20 customers amounting to over £100 pounds, never mind my dirty little mind being screwed-up, watching these men perform.Sex, like d**gs and alcohol, are addictive, and as the initial 'High' wears off, it gets replaced by something stronger.I think I was more affected than they. “Sure Babe,” as I changed direction and headed down the hall to the kitchen. I returned to bedroom with a glass of Ice water and handed to Laura. As I climbed into my side of the bed my body settled in quickly to my comfort zone. It had been a long couple of days moving my wife's sister Katie from her apartment across town to one this side of town, and it seemed I was always the guy doing the heavy work. Sure Katie had her share of guys willing to help but for some reason my wife and I were. ”“I didn’t say I was done. You’ve really screwed up your relationship with me and your oldest children. The million-dollar question is this. Can you rebuild that relationship? I don’t know. It’s probably going to take a long time if it’s possible at all. All the 3 of us have is each other. How prophetic that statement has become. So, I believe that’s where we’re at. As such, I’ll be respectful and cordial around the house. I hear you mention that cheating Jezebel to me again, all bets are. I had been trying my best to hide errant erections from her for years, but when I walked into the kitchen she pressed her body against mine, rotated her hips against my crotch, and kissed me square on the lips, her tongue slipping in for a brief second. Her usual prim blouse, tailored slacks, and sensible flats, had been replaced with a tight dress and strappy opened-toed heels that reeked of milf-desire. But more telling than anything else were the blue-green ring tattoos on the long toes of.