He did not need my help. It was the Comte, who helped me by not sending me to an orphanage and allowing me to live in the chateau. How odd it is that ... should feel this way ... I have never felt a responsibility towards anyone in this place before this moment. Why now when I plan to leave?"The young woman shook her head to clear the unsettling thoughts, which ran through her mind and distracted her from her task. She concentrated once more on the reason she was searching through the Comtessa's. Then I turned the car off, and closed the garage door, so it would sound like I had left. In no time, he had his rock hard cock in his hands and my wife's panties in his mouth. He began really going to town, probably trying to cum as fast as possible before I got back. It was now or never, so I quietly crept down the stairs, and went into the laundry room. I walked in saying, "forgot to ask what kind of beer you like", and caught him red handed. He just stood there mouth open like a deer in. I reminded myself I was a married man. I was always faithful to Sandra. My wife and family would always come first. I worked long hours to give my family the best and nothing would ever come in the way of that. But, I had to admit, Barbara sure looked good.A few years later something seemed to change in Sandra. As she got into her late 40's she started going through her changes. She started getting hot flashes and had odd feelings. Mysteriously, to me at least, she seemed to regain her interest. " Afraid of being arrested we start to argue, "No, you don't understand, this is my wife!" I say.He laughs, "Yeah right. Look, I've heard it all before. I saw her get in your car." "We were just playing around. Honest! See?" I show him our ids to prove we're married. "We have the same last name. We were just being stupid." He laughs. "Oh shit! I should have known you were hotter than most of the crack whores working the streets around here." His flashlight lingered on Paula's chest. "Okay, well.