Spunk flying everywhere.I wanted something a bit more up close however and decided to advertise on Craigslist. After a lot of guys who talked up a goo... meet without delivering I found a guy nearby who was eager and fitted the bill. He loved to toss to porn and pics but really wanted to unload his syrup into a wife’s knickers. Well, that got me throbbing at the thought. We chatted on the phone and arranged fro him to call with me when Helen, my wife, was out. I set up the computer in my room. My pussy was tingling with anticipation, just as my friend came over. We slyly stopped touching each other and made it look innocent. She went away again after warning us that we had ten minutes before they closed. He unzipped his jeans again and I slid my hand through the small gap, grabbing him. His knees buckled a little but that didn't stop him from forcing my mouth open again and pulling on the back of my hair to allow him access to my chest. He kissed down my neck and down to my boobs,. Damn Marti, for hurting my daughter and making me hungry.A voice blasted from behind me. "You can't be back here."I turned around. A redhead stood defiant, hands on her hips, wearing a molded black plastic bustier and a short white miniskirt that ended high on her thighs. It was Marti."I'm Anna's father. You know, the one you punched in the face." I closed the distance between us. Could I haul off and hit her?Marti poked at the button on my jacket. "You shouldn't make fun." She hiked the. The laundry bins in both Mason’s and her room were overflowing with underwear they had been using the past few days. Most important of all, she needed to keep Mason busy and close enough to make sure he wasn’t jacking off.Instead of drying the clothes in the dryer, Emily preferred to hang them outside in the fresh air like her grandmother did when they visited her as kids. She asked Mason to extend a line in the back yard and help her hang the clothes. It gave them another opportunity to.