My hands felt frozen to the handlebars. It didn’t last long however, school was just down the road, about a kilometre, and it was mostly downhill, i... was the getting back home after a long day at school that I really didn’t like. I coasted into school, parked and locked my bike to the bicycle rack.I made my way over to the other side of school, where the language classes were, hoping to get my English teacher to review the essay I had spent most of last night writing. I wanted to alter any. All I thought of the rest of the day a black guy probably 30 years younger than me was going to come over and fuck my wife, probably in our marriage bed. I almost came in my pants just thinking about it. I have e.d. and don't get hard anymore but I can still cum. I kept imagining his black cock going in my wife's white pussy. About 4:so she put on a sun dress with no bra but had a stretchy bodice that held up her mature know floppy tits.I asked her if she had any panties on and she just grinned. If my benefactors were going to create a new cave every time to keep up the sham that the things had been here all along, I was going to try making it easier for them by mentioning everything that came across my feeble mind. It's not as easy as it seems though. Planning for our needs without using paper or pencil, and around the dining table to boot, can get confusing. I knew things were bound to get left out. I did the best I could and we finally headed back to work. Right at the last I called. We got into bed and while cradling me she announced that she had booked a caravan for 4 weeks just me and her for the summer holidays, so l wouldn’t be able to spend too long with my family if l wanted to go then warned me in no uncertain terms to forget any ideas about working for that whore Mrs Martin if l didn’t want to receive any more slapped bottoms.It was close to the summer holidays that things got slightly stranger than they already were, Silvia informed me she brought some clothes for.