Do you love me?”“WHAT?”(Singing)Do you love me?JENN Do I what?Do you love me?JENNDo I love you?With our daughtersgetting marriedAnd this trouble...in the townYou’re upset, you are worn outGo inside, go lie down!Maybe it’s indigestionMICHAEL“Jennifer, I am asking you a question...”MICHAEL Do you love me?JENN You’re a foolMICHAEL “I know...”But ... do you love me?JENNDo I love you?For twenty-five yearsI have washed your clothesCooked your meals,cleaned your houseGiven you children,milked your. Later that day, Jon had a baseball game and when I heard him tell Jon’s mom that they would all leave in a few minutes, my heart sank. I was hoping to be alone, and nude, with him again. My friend Jon having a game was the perfect chance, but obviously not if he went too. “You know what?” he said to his wife, “I have to make a call, I forgot, I’ll have to meet you there” I was in the other room and when I heard his words, I became excited and aroused. My cock stirred in my jeans. I wanted that. By the time she moved to my front, my brain was scrambled from all her touching and my monstrously hard rod was poking out straight, inches from her face. I looked down at her and she flushed madly but made no comment on my excitement. Instead, Ann washed the front of my legs for several minutes. I did not mind because the front of her shirt was soaked and her breasts were visible, along with her hard nipples. The drawstring on her husband’s shirt had worked itself loose, so much was on. This surprised him, as he did not at that point realize that I only slept with women. Instead I found a compromise that suited us both, which involved him strapped to one of my tables as I thrust a thin phallus into his anus. We did this rarely, although as a special move I made sure that all subsequent trials on his machines included his masturbating to my extremely dynamic show of masturbating myself while his machines pleasured me so beautifully. I even insisted on many occasions that I.