So when I’m home, my wife is already in bed asleep. Some times I slip quietly in bed and fuck her, but my wife does not like being awakened an hour ...r two after she’s fallen asleep.My wife’s Mom Joyce lives in an apartment complex, and for the last two years she has brought her laundry over to the house and did some light housekeeping during the week. Once I changed shifts she’d be really quiet. Then one day things changed.I was off that day, slept a bit later and did not know she was there. I. I eagerly dipped my head and as she obligingly parted her lips I sniffed in the heady aroma of her sex and ran my tongue up and down her smooth wetness. She groaned her approval as I lapped away and although nothing was said she knew that I would be suffering all manner of agonies as my cock would be straining my erection within the confines of the cage. It was all part of the game.Satisfied she pushed my head away, closed her legs, stood up and went over to sit at the dressing table leaving me. Clint smiled at his girls. He was happy, too. He hadn't gotten all hewanted out of the relationship, and the truth is, he could still push itfarther. But he liked Sophie as the grand lady of his house. He likedFlower as the part-time maid. He liked himself, for the first time in along time. *. * *Flower brought the breakfast tray into the grand bedroom. He put itbeside the bed, as Clint instructed. Bacon and toast. Coffee. That wasit.Clinr smiled at her. "Why. I took my face near her and our lips pressed to each other. With the same smooch, I opened her mouth with my tongue and we started doing our tongue fights. Then while smooching her again I kept my hands on her belly and then to her back.Then I was taking it up to her boobies. While moving she stopped me and our smooch got over. Then suddenly she ran to the kitchen and started making chapattis once again. I went behind her and kept my hands on her belly. She was again mesmerized by my touch.I.