I was hoping it would work out. Now it should be a lot easier to tell him. I just need to figure out the next move. I was thinking about making him yo...r co-owner.”“Wow!” gasped Heather. “Wouldn’t that make me a slave all the time?”“Isn’t that what you wanted?”“Well, I thought that’s what I wanted,” replied Heather. “But now I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. I’m not sure it would be good to change my relationship with him.”“Maybe not,” agreed Jane. “How about this? We, or rather you, tell him. It’s my problem. After this, she welcomed me home and was standing to lean on the door.“So mister handsome,” she said. In one second I dropped the vehicle key near her leg and purposely went to take it. I held her legs and kissed it. She knew I had come fully planned to fuck her. She just remained silent. She was standing and I was sitting on both my legs (as if we sit while praying). Then I kissed her legs.I held both her legs and kissed them. Then I slowly started moving to her knees to which. I broke the kiss to plunge my cock into Lacey as deep as it would go, then I spurted my semen into her, grunting with each spurt. Through the haze of my orgasm, I felt her body tremble as she came with me.“I love you, Lacey. You know that, right, baby girl?” I asked her, my cock still inside her pulsing walls. My cock was long at almost nine inches, and wide, so with my head hooked inside her, it wasn’t going anywhere unless I deliberately pulled out.“I know, I love you, too, Daddy,” she. ” She rolled over and we both went to sleep.The following night we all had dinner without much talking. After dinner I retired to my office, I wanted to be able to hear the discussion that I knew was coming between my wife and Sara.Just as I predicted they were in the living room, quiet at first. Slowly, they began to talk about the weekend. Tammy finally coaxed Sara into giving her all the details of our fuck weekend. A sense of pride washed over me when Sara described what a good lover I was..