I was running late and wanted to finish it so that I did not have to come on Saturday to finish it. And my cell began buzzing . . . . , – Hello –...What is my bitch doing there??? was the reply to my hello. I knew it was my wife and she was calling for Cleopatra, you know, my asshole. I said – Cleo is fine, resting for a good week-end. – Then finish whatever is that you are doing and bring Cleo home so that Anthony (wife’s dildo)can fuck her as I please and the sooner you get here the sooner. Anyone could tell he was steeling himself to face his home and family.At 10:30 A.M., Mrs. Malloy would leave for work in a long coat covering up her Shooters waitress uniform. Shooters, a local watering hole and restaurant, was themed sort of along the line of a national chain with a similar name. The biggest difference was the waitresses at Shooters were all considerably older than those found at the famous national chain. They wore similar hot pants to the national chain, but only with a. She knelt down on the floor between my legs while I held her panties to my nose. She leaned forward and I looked down and saw those wonderful crimson red lips encase the head of my cock. She clamped her lips tightly round the head just as she had done with her cigarette. She sucked hard on me while she wanked my shaft. We both knew I was about to cum. I inhaled the aroma from her panties and my cock shot spurt after spurt into her hot mouth.Even after I had finished cumming and my cock started. I don’t think Mac knew I was awake, he kept going. I think she got turned on looking at me. I noticed my nightgown was up, I’m guessing from rolling around in my sleep. I forgot about that, I do sometimes wake up and my gown is up. So he was looking at my ass and got horny. I wanted to see what he would do next, I laid on my stomach, my nightgown was still up some. My legs was closed but you can see the top of my vagina. He lifted up the blankets and looked. I felt his hand on my leg slowly.