"Sweetie, I just need you to stay in touch with me by text or email or phone whenever you can spare the time. You know that I would love to hear from ...ou," Kyle said to her."I will try to let you know all the details that I am allowed to give out," assured Dee. "After all, you know that I need to protect the identities of the people that we call 'paramour clients' from public exposure in all of this." Kyle nodded as Dee continued."But you know that I will still tell you all the activities that. "Megan will never know."Megan? Fuck! She was asleep just a few rooms away. "Brooke, we can't," I began to argue. "I love Megan, and you are her best friend." Can you honestly tell me you don’t want to fuck?" she asked sitting up. I was silent as the night's events raced back through my head. She took my silence as acceptance and pulled my shirt to bring me to her. "Brooke we can't, please. I won't cheat on Megan. I won't." But she put her lips back around my cock and ended my feeble. Stopping to see if she was ok, it turned out she was more than ok and would I do it again. Linda, it turned out, is a submissive and loves to be loved and owned, which is okay by me. More than ok. Actually, along with everything else we both bring to the party, it is one of our defining characteristics. Though ‘characteristics’ is not quite the right word. It’s impossible to describe but, to my surprise, almost everyone we know sees we are a ‘unit’.Linda is in her mid 50s, was slightly chunky. . that turned me on instantly i was home alone and wanked all over my laptop while me imagining fucking her from that day onwards i would flirt with her, ive seen her get undressed once, i used to go over a see her have a chat and stuff and one day she had to go out but we was chatting still and i went upstairs with her and see her change her top and i had a real good peak at her tits through her bra because she didnt take her bra off. she was always relaxed with me and saw me as her son so she.