Once there, we were greeting by a hot red headed topless milf, "Hello, I'm Miss Wanda! How can I help you two sweethearts?". "Yes, we have reservation... for two!" mom replied. "Your name darling?" Miss Wanda asked. As they discussed the details, I was having a look around the lobby. There were coin operated condom dispensing machines and next to them were lubricant machines. I heard someone talking and looked behind the machines and saw a seating area where a sexy lady in a bikini holding out. "We do have to talk, more, dear," she continued in mock seriousness,and she drew back, taking the cock out of my mouth and reach. Iinvoluntarily strained forward, trying to kiss and lick it."What a slut you are!" my lovely wife crowed as she looked down on me,a superior sneer she knew would excite me on her face. She was leaningback, her legs folded under her, the cock, wet from my mouth, juttingout and moving slightly as she spoke. "Unfortunately, you are a slutwith a rather . . . um, small. I held her ass also, my hands exploring her still firm and perfect shape. “Mmmm, baby” she cooed. I started to peel her body suit suit off her shoulders as I kissed them. “What do you want?” she asked softly. I pulled the fish net down over her breasts and licked and sucked on her firm tits and erect nipples. She ran her hands through my hair, holding my close and asked again, “Tell me what you want, baby.””I want to suck your cock” I said under my breath, almost a little embarrassed at my. It was all very disturbing.A couple months back he was ready to end it all, but since Dorothy’s party and their odd cohabitation he wasn’t as sure. It had been their home, but she’d picked it and paid the mortgage so when the separation agreement was presented he’d moved out, but now he was back, and she’d become a phantom presence. He took care of the girls. He was repairing and repainting inside and cutting and cleaning everything outside. He did everything but pay the bills.Meanwhile,.