Devoured by guilt I cooked a fine supper to my husband, and then caused him to fuck me, and our bang was much better and hot at this time. He was trul... pleasantly surprised with my temperament, but I thought that his ecstasy would abate if he knew that I imagined Lola’s lover when fucking with Stan. The situation itself was becoming oppressive, it was like a burden on me, and I couldn’t get rid of my guilt. In the long run I made him believe that it was OK and no more than innocuous fancies.In. Kim and I took showers, made love, and then we went to sleep.The whole thing seemed as good a routine as any, and I figured on repeating the same itinerary more or less for the foreseeable future. I was in no hurry to move into any serious relationships, not for the sake of being single but more because I was rather burned out on the whole concept. Kim had plenty of time during the day to hang out with her nerd/biker friends, but she would also keep me company in the evenings. I knew that she. At the door, Michael and Elaine O'Connor welcomed them, and Alan introduced Dawn to all the players."Dawn prefers that anyone she will entertain kiss her first," Alan announced. They all lined up and kissed Dawn softly on the lips. The hostess joined in, her tongue flicking against Dawn's teeth."You too, Elaine?" one of the men asked."I haven't decided. For now, I'm just being sociable."The seven men sat down to play, each producing a healthy roll of bills. Before the first hand, each took a. I suddenly thought; what the hell; we were there for the same reason and it was only I, who knew that uncle Alex was in the next booth but he did not know; so why panic and miss my chance to have the honor of having sucked both the son and the father. Suddenly the thrill, the height of the kink and the shamelessness was ruling the situation and I do not know if unwillingly or willingly; my mouth opened and I felt his huge head touching my tongue to give me the salty taste of his pre cum.