“You can, mistress. Or I will if you say so,” Patricia replied submissively.My wife, submissive in her own house? What the hell was going on? I wo...dered.Evelyn sat up in bed, totally ignoring or not caring that she was topless and she told me. She told me about Patricia’s rendezvous with Lotta that afternoon and what she’d done to the teen. Evelyn just casually told me my wife had licked another woman’s pussy as if she were telling me she’d offered someone coffee. She told me that Patricia was. She puts her hands on the bench again, bringing her chest against him. The fabric of her top is so thin he can see her hard nipples sticking out and he wants to rip the top off and suck one into his mouth. He can feel her breath on his cheek as if she wants to kiss him but she pulls away at the same time grinding her hips against him. From her movements the zipper on her shorts has inched down, revealing the soft satin of her thong. She sees him watching and stands up pulling the zipper all. Rich pulled out his dick so that Sophie would be preoccupied during the drive in hopes that her kisses, as appreciated and great as they were, wouldn’t block his vision on the last stretch to their destination. Sophie had a way of engulfing his cock in one go. Before he had even put the car in forward, her throat was wrapped around the head, his precum coating her mouth. As he drove down the parkway she kept blowing him, her tongue flitting the tip every few strokes. “We’re coming to a red. "Heather, um, you have a minute? I need to talk to you about something." I've got homeroom in a few minutes, so it will have to be quick. Sure you don't want to wait for lunchtime?" It's kind of important."Heather nodded slowly. "Is something the matter, Diane?"Diane bit her lip. "That's just it, I don't know. It's my mother." Your mother? What's wrong with her?" I'm not sure. I know this isn't making any sense to you..." I think you skipped something there, yeah," Heather said with a small.