"No idea, we'll need to try the doors," he told me, and that was when I noticed that there were a pair of front door to the house, not just a single d...or, which was what I was accustomed to."How old do you think this house is?" I asked, as we crossed the porch to the front doors."From the details that I've seen so far, I'd say that it had to have been built over a hundred years ago or so," he told me as he reached for the doorknob on the right hand door, which opened before his hand touched. Seeing a spurting cock had always been a turn on for me. I felt wet as I changed my clothes. Then I went down to the kitchen.Matt was there, making some coffee. He invited me a cup.I felt bad and he was obviously embarrassed. Then I told him I had spent the whole day with his wife, thinking he would stay out of town until Monday. But then Matt explained that his mother had felt better; so he was glad to come back home. He added he had been horny and aroused during the drive back; so he had. But I can't imagine what it could be. The alternatives are slim, even if the meeting goes the way the lawyers hope it will." I'll obviously have to clear it with my wives and their teacher, who falls into the wife category as well," Jeff said, grinning. "But I seriously doubt that any of them will have anything to say against the idea, and probably it will be the exact opposite. They'll be all for it."At Madison's look, Jeff continued, "We have a school here with a teacher who is eminently. ” “Yes Madeline. I understand.” “Second, you don’t get to say, ‘no,’ ‘stop,’ or ‘too much.’ Only I can say when you’ve had enough.” She emphasized the point by tightly grabbing my balls in my already tight jeans. “Yes Madeline, I understand.” She smiled comfortably at my answer, “Just so you know I’m not a total bitch, if you request that I go slower, or take my time, I’ll consider it, but it’s up to me, not you.” “Thank you Madeline.” “And finally, rule number three. You will be available to.