“Do you know about our arrangements here? Our sleeping arrangements?”“I heard,” I said. “Saul has more than one wife.”“Three. Mom’s mo...e of a girlfriend I guess. I’m with Saul too, but have my own bedroom not a lot bigger than this one.”“Do you get jealous?” Carol asked.“What would be the point?” Essie shrugged. “He and his wives have other lovers, and I do too. Well, not at the moment, but it’s actually encouraged. My mom and Saul hope I find someone younger.”“You don’t sound like that’s what. We chatted a bit, although I don’t remember what about – work maybe. I rolled over and started doing the same motion on his belly, where I noticed a scar. That got us talking about our scars and my tattoos. I can’t decide if he likes them or not. He says they aren't offensive, but he also hasn't said they turn him on. Before long I was between his legs, licking his thighs and then his balls and finally his now rather soft cock. There’s something very sexy about that to me, feeling it grow and. I appraised his arms from shoulder to wrists; then the length of his back, lingering at the base before moving down to his fist-tight butt. I rested my hand there, felt the power within him that he expressed in every thrust. As his hips rose and fell, I traced the line of his crack with one finger."I want to fuck him like he's fucking you," I whispered to Milly.She paid me no heed, her mind cock-gorged, her inners riven by his incessant fucking. I repeated myself. His pace slackened. And then. "Steven, I wonder if you could do me a really big favor?" Sure Ms. Wilson. What is it?" I have attendance reports for this week that I promised to get to the principal's office by noon today. Do you think you could take them up to the second floor office and give them to the secretary there?"She handed him an envelope that he eagerly took and he was on his way. I suspected she had invented this errand for him because she wanted a private word with me. We found ourselves alone and it was an.