I wondered.I loved her; I really did. I enjoyed our emotional and physical relationship. She wasn’t filling any holes in my relationship with Mick, ...t was more like frosting on the cake. If I didn’t have the frosting, it was still fantastic cake. I would have to find a way to bring up the subject with her and not make her feel like she is a threat.MickMany times, over the past few months had I thought about sharing my wife with Paul. I’d known Paul for over fifteen years. To find that he was a. ” Heather got on her hands and knees. She was in her stockings and her pumps. I grabbed her hips and took her from behind. I slid my cock into her shaved pussy. I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. She was backing up into my cock. I held her hips and fucked her deeper and deeper each time. “You’re so good at this. I just love a young man with a lot of stamina. Fuck me faster. I want to be your dirty slut. Fuck me, like the whore I am.” She was saying really sexy things, when I. Then she entered the downstairs hallway, which doubled as a laundry room. She paused. It was a mess. Dirty linen and towels were piled high. What would he think? "Fuck it," she thought to herself. "He's not here to give a Good Housekeeping inspection." She put on her best smile and opened the door. The door swung open to reveal, well, not what John had expected. Before him stood a short, average looking woman. She was wearing a micro mini and a red knit top. However, he was drawn to the. That was how she came to know Darren. He was a cute, skinny kid with a pleasant smile, and he was their dumpster guardian. The next time she saw him tossing some boxes into the dumpster, she hustled over and explained the situation. Darren was more than happy to have her take the cardboard off his hands, so soon she was a regular visitor. Darren was the only one there she knew by name, but she recognized the other guys and always exchanged a hello with them. Except for the big guy. She only saw.