She got in a real huff when I refused.I enjoy my Sundays; it was my day for me. I didn’t think that one day a week was too much to ask for. The rest...of my week was taken up with worrying about and sorting out everyone else’s problems and trying to keep them happy and productive.I knew part of the reason the girls want their one night a week with me was they got a better magical charge-up from me. Since I also benefited by getting a lot of great sex and a recharge, I’d have been an idiot to have. My married with children boss. There is something so hot about you being the boss both inside and outside of the bedroom. It turns me on just the thought of you sitting only two feet behind me, hearing me and sensing my every move but neither of us being able to do anything about it. So much friction, undeniable tension.You are wearing blue today. It makes your dark features pop. Button-up shirt, chest hair leaping from the top, with grey dress pants. I like this look, the oh so official and. Evidently Mrs Paradise was making an impression on the inexperienced Mrs Thimble. Then, oh goodness! Millicent instinctively put a hand to her mouth in shock. Mrs Thimble had selected a leather implement, shaped like a ping pong bat and begun to swat Mrs Thimble’s bare bottom. Mr Paradise had zoomed in close on Mrs Thimble’s behind. Her legs were parted, exposing the fuzzy auburn fluff that decorated her matronly slit.Millicent swallowed hard. She was shocked, but undeniably titillated by her. She complained about my clothes, remarking on how unfair it was that she was naked and I wasn't. I removed the nuisance-making clothing and we continued to touch each other in this way for a time, till it was obviously going to turn into sex. It was then she began to nibble my nipple. Her licks and bites eventually became very hard bites which challenged and excited me all at once. I reached down to her wet snatch and rubbed her wet pussy juice from lips to clit, back and forth, making her.