" I sighed. "People can be terribly wrong about things and everybody doesn't have to like the same thing and if a guy wants to think that the girl he ...oves is beautiful, he gets to do that."Mr. George said, "I've always thought you were a cute girl, too."Ms. Martha said, "You old goat, your eyes are so bad you don't know what's cute and what's not."Mr. George laughed. "I know enough to think that you might be old but you still make me very happy, wrinkles and all." He reached out and touched. "You're shaking so hard. Your tits hanging and shaking baby." Now he rammed in again harder than ever.Her face was turned back, trying to see him screwing her juicy slit. "Shit, oh my god." Take that cock you little slut. Take it all."She was weeping loudly now. "I love doggie style. Love it. Love it. Take my little cunt. Fuck, oh fuck."His hips were shaking now as he kept ramming my wife's pussy. His voice trembled. "Take Daddy's big prick." I'm Daddy's slut, whore, fucking slut. Use me." Feel. " insisted Rita. "Make that clear to our guests. In fact, make it clear that they can do things to me just for fun, if they like."The invitations were offered and accepted for the dinner party and now Rita waited in the kitchen, in her underwear. She heard the doorbell and began to quiver with anticipation.When Jane arrived with her partner, Ian offered them wine and outlined Rita's motives and how she would like her daughter and Helen to behave for the evening. A large grin appeared on Helen's. She missed you. She was always happy after she’d speak to you. Now I understand better what was bothering her. I’m happy that you’re standing beside her on this.”“It took me some time,” I said. “The rest of her friends will come around.”I didn’t add that I hoped that would be the case.“I need to call her parents,” I said.“That should be fun,” the housekeeper said with a laugh. “It’s only noon out there so they might not be totally baked yet.”She gave me a soft pat on the arm before she left. I.