You never asked or I would have been honest. I may be a slut but not a liar. Have you had any complaints about the pussy you got from me?”Her husban... hung his head down and shook it. Then he said quietly, “I guess I just assumed that when we were married you wouldn’t spread for anybody else. I have to admit you’re right, our loving is always been damn good.”She stood up and peeled off her clothes, “Come on husband, give me what I like best from you.”As he was stroking in her wicked pussy, he. ..As though she'd been dragged through a hedge, thought Isabella.Or, perhaps, had just had a sexual romp with Tom Fisher!Her skin felt suddenly sensitive inside the satin dress she wore, and she shivered. The girls walked out of sight, as they entered the kitchen below. Isabella walked along the balcony into her private drawing room. She poured herself a gin and tonic, and contemplated the door which connected to her bedroom. Richard, her husband, had been remarkable by his absence from her bed. She was a grey kind of woman. Not her clothes: they were bright, almost loud. But the woman herself was grey, not just her hair, her personality. Just... blah.She was also a closed-door principal. I rarely saw her. I doubted that I'd seen her in the halls a dozen times since school started. Mr. Parker was the visible face of the school.And that was a very depressing thought."What can I do for you?" she prompted."I wanted to talk to you about Tony's punishment." I see. I had a feeling that was. “I think we could spare a few minutes and cool off,” I said as my hands began to wander self-consciously back up to my exposed breasts. “Don’t, you agree?” Having thought it over for all of two seconds, John took his hat off and put it on the ground. “That sounds real good,” he said. Within moments he was undressed and climbing into the water. My eyes never left him. My eyes never left him, and when he stood naked before me, I watched intently as he moved to my side. The water was cold and John.