As we got into the car my Dad stopped.“David, haven’t you forgotten your script?”“No,” I replied.“Well where is it?” he asked.I just tap...ed the side of my head and got into the passenger seat.He put one of his Sinatra CDs on and I sat back to listen, it wasn’t exactly my taste but I doubt my Dad was ever going to play Meat Loaf or Led Zep.We were heading up the hill towards the Saddleworth exit on the M62 when it came on, I didn’t really notice the verse, but suddenly, I noticed what Sinatra. . got a taste for my nipplesover the past few weeks and they were red and bit puffy. Not to sayitchy. I'd rubbed cream in them to ease the discomfort, but it wasplain for all to see that these weren't the placid and ignored nipplesyou see on your average man."My God, what have you been up to?" she said, inspecting my chest. Itried to explain but the argument was already lost. Within a couple ofminutes, I was pulling the thing over my head and putting it in place. I suppose I could have made out. . yes!Jane was a true and unfaithful slut, she was proud of it, her man gave her everything, all but the one thing she craved most, and even in that he played such an important role, she simply loved having illicit liaisons behind his back, she loved the thrill of cheating on him, she loved welcoming him home and asking “A hard day at the office dear?”, then smiling seductively as she thought to herself “I’ve had something hard in me while you were away today, we were both at the grindstone but. I love the feel of the cold night air as it flows up in between my legs when I don’t wear panties.I sit on the very edge of the bed with my legs slightly open, just enough so he can catch a glimpse of my lips through my skirt. I watch as my husband comes out dressed looking hot as always, I can’t help but stare at his bulge, my mouth automatically begins to salivate…I can’t help but think about how good he feels in my mouth as I suck on his cock until I can feel it harden in me filling up.