My storey really begins on Monday afternoon, I finished work after an early shift and had arranged to take Joan to the shops. My wife by this time was...expecting our second c***d and I should mention that since the birth of my first my sex life at home had been virtually non existent. I pulled onto Joan’s driveway and let myself in through the back door. I found her in the lounge doing some ironing. She had her back to me and was facing the window looking into the road outside.She was wearing a. "I could tell that you have a nice big cock and now I can see that it sure is. Mrs. Johnson lifted his cockhead to her lips and in one motion swallowed it fully into her throat till her nose was firmly pressed into his pubic hair. His teacher fucked his cock with her mouth; pulling out till just the head was still in her mouth and then pushing it back down her throat. Jeff found out how much better it felt to have someone doing you than when he jacked off. This was great. Mrs. Johnson kept. "I suppose keeping the servants happy is the top priority around here."Steve kissed me on the cheek and laughed. "Come on, Becky. You've got a good heart. Lassie needs a little love. I give it to her."I was miffed, but, when Lassie appeared that evening all dressed up to go out to dinner with Steve, my heart melted. She was so excited. How could I feel bitchy when Steve was making his dumpy cook happy? Lassie was no threat to me as the house whore (as I called myself) at Steve's house. And I. Well, some sort of lady. What was she again? A goth? I dunno. She kinda looked like Morticia from that Addams Family show. But hotter. She got the black outfits (if you can call thin lacey pieces of clothing an outfit) and porcelain white skin that offsets it. She loves the dark makeup look too. And I had to admit, the combination made me stir deep down. Maybe I liked that gothic look, but I didn’t know it until now. It’s hard to keep up with what kids nowadays like.But anyway. The shit she.