”Margaret opened her eyes and looked around. “Yep, no place like home.”Roger pulled the car up to the front door of an exceptionally large house... As he opened the door, Jennifer could only stand and stare at the residence. “My, God, it’s huge! What do you call this style?”Margaret smiled and said, “Well we’re not really sure. Some might call it Victorian Eclectic.”Roger laughed and said, “And some might call it Victorian Grotesque.”All three laughed at the comment. In truth, the house was. “John says he loves me but I don’t love him back the same way. I love the sex I have with and his companionship and that’s it.”“You want him to parade you around as a sex dog?” He asked as she packed her items.“I’m going to get quite drunk and become the complete and utter slut minus the dark feelings. I want him to see how bad I can be and want him to realize that you are my only true love.”“Wendy is more of a motherly type than I am, not that I regret having our baby.”Karen made sure Dan was. How strange that I’d never noticed this before. I ran my hands down her, lingering over the gusset of her pants where a damp patch was already in evidence, enhancing the sight of her pussy, with its sparse and neat pubic hair, through the sheer material. I slipped a couple of fingers under the gusset and began to stroke her gently as her breath quickened. I couldn’t wait any longer, there was something I just had to do, something that my wife would never agree to, and something that I hoped her. She screams, but she can hardly be heard because of the panties in her mouth.I lock the door, "look at her", he is shy and does not know where to look first."What do you stand there now, go closer?" I commend him with a raised voice.he is scared, I see him trembling. I grab him at the back of his neck and let him on his knees at the foot of the bed. "lick her soles and toes"she works against me but I keep her both legs pushed against the mattress so he can lick her feet. she starts to realize.