When she was eight her parents were killed in a massive sandstorm, leaving her to fend for herself in the streets. It wasn’t until she saw a traveli...g band known as Metallica that she set a goal to start a band. She had become a prostitute. Whoring herself out for money until a red haired, eyeliner wearing goth and his puppet carrying brother paid her well enough for her to buy a few instruments. She mentally laughed at the irony that she was sucking dick in order to get enough money to get out. With that orgasm I knew what lay ahead for this husband, one wet and pleasurable fuck. Mustering up enough courage I emerged from the bathroom and walked over to the both of them sitting on the couch. He still had his eyes closed, maybe out of guilt, maybe out of shame or just out of sheer pleasure. My wife continued to stroke and squeeze and pull his cock. She now was naked; there were no panties, as the towel must have fallen to the ground because of their excitement. The co-worker must. Monday morning I returned to my normal weekday activities. I rode the bike to Helen's Sit Down for breakfast. Which of course I would just go wash out at my earliest convenience.I thought about it as I rode toward her place. How was that really any different than what I did before. I didn't energize from the food, but I got something from it, then I discarded it. I created an illusion, but it was an honest use of the food. The Geeks had known that building taste receptors into my body not only. I started to enjoy which made me kiss her violently again. Both of them were enjoying and we forgot that it is a glass door bathroom. Mithun was watching everything from outside but in a blurred manner. But he knows what is going on and we were moaning inside the bathroom.After a few minutes, I cummed with a huge moan and she got a few drops in her hand. I kissed her one more time and I started to clean myself. When I was doing that, she licked and sucked her hands and fingers. I was smiling by.