He was a timid man, afraid of almost everyone. His wife wore the pants in their family. She had to threatened to expose his embezzlement, and incompet...nce, to his superiors, in order to force his cooperation.As the tape finally finished rewinding, her husband pressed play, just as she milked the last of his cum, from his quickly shrinking dick. Andy appeared on the screen, hammering Lisa's unconscious body, right in the ass, for all he was worth. Another older male was at her face, shoving his. But this was the very first time that I had seen it happen. She pushed back the chair and put her feet on the desk. Her zipper was already open and her right hand deep into a pair of white satin beauties. She has never been a landing strip kind of gal... mostly she wears a full bush trimmed on the sides to keep things neat. One of the teases that she has given me over the years is when we go to a certain beach each summer she wears a bikini bottom that rides very low. When she wears that. For some reason, though, mice drove hera dozen different kinds of crazy.She crossed the room and stepped through the wide archway, which ledinto a cold, dark hallway. Very little light made its way in here, butshe was able to make out a pair of doors. The one on the left was justinside the archway. The one on the right stood much closer to what hadto be the front door. Picking the closest one, she turned the handleand nearly fell on her face as the entire door came crashing down."Hmm. I guess. A gust of wind blew the door shut. My folks and siblings are out tonight. I didn't know anywhere else to go." Well, come in and make yourself at home." I almost said homely. Well, she was! I was sure she was self-conscious about the way she looked, and I didn't want to add to her problems. Hell, she just moved in across the street. I needed to build bridges, not erect walls.She moved from the entryway to the living room and sat down on the couch. I took a seat at the other end, facing her. She.