Before he could give his old greeting of mom she said, "How could you,think that a couple of post on Facebook would make me think you wereinnocent. Co...e on I know you are smart. That was why you kept on askingwhen it happened. You wanted to use that flimsy cover story on me. WhileI am too smart to fall for that.You are lucky that I know you are hurting from your dad turning down youmoving in with him before hearing you out so I will not add to yourpunishment, young man."Hearing those words. I was pinned against the refrigerator door, my eyes closed, her hand down my sweatpants, and my hands clawing the door behind me as I felt my orgasm getting dangerously close."Answer me!" she ordered.I stammered, shocked at the way this servant girl was talking to me, as she fingered my clit roughly, "N-N-No." That's what he said about you. He said you only liked it missionary style and that you weren't very adventurous or experimental. He said you were kinda boring in bed!" she laughed. "Why. John had already explained that C was a great lover but very shy outside their bedroom and of course no idea of what we got up to on his visits.They arrived on the Friday night and C although not a beauty had a lovely cascade of reddy blonde hair and these beautiful tits I figured about a 34ff and an imediate vision of John giving her a booby fuck and spurting spunk on her face and tits made me very moist indeed. After supper and a few bottles of wine C became a bit more chatty and that initial. “How did you get him to do that? I mean, you know, go down...” “That was easy,” she said. “I had something he wanted. Besides, you know, he’s really envious of you. He keeps telling me that, that you’re so lucky. He wishes he had a wife like me, he says.” “But what gave you the idea to do this? I know that Alan adores you and that you fantasize about him.” “The idea came from you, sweetheart!” I must have looked so blank that she laughed. “It’s obvious that you have a cuckold fantasy! You.