After heapingmost of the laundry into the basket, he finished by laying Ms.Anderson's red satin panties carefully on top, so that he could look atthem...and inhale their musky scent as he descended the stairs to thelaundry room. He brought them closer to his nose, breathing in the smellof her sex.In the laundry room hamper, he found more silky panties, more matchingbras. It looked as if Ms. Anderson was getting fucked every night.Cecilia hadn't had any gratification since the day Mistress told. He was so highly embarrassed as to be at a loss for words. Gail laughed. “Rick, did you enjoy me making you lick your cum up?He looked at her, smiled and said, “Yea”.My wife said it was fantastic, my hard on and wet spot on the front of my chinos was my answer.“Rick, go upstairs and get us some beers would you, and don’t put on any cloths and don’t wipe the cum from your face” Gail got up and put her bra back on, this wasn’t her sex show, and we knew that. There was still plenty of dried cum on. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly, standing in my living room was the figure of a man. He must have come in through the garage, and then in through the kitchen door I had left unlocked. I usually took care to secure it.Although it was a warm spring evening, the intruder was dressed in long sleeves, dark, and a ski mask. In his hand he held a rather heavy-looking handgun. He didn't point it at me — in fact, he simply stood there rather nonchalantly.But one thing I can. I also did plan to nail him fully and then break up. He was going to that pub. He had a very well built friend whom he used to call his best friend. He gave me the address.How? Simple I seduced that big guy. I directly kissed him in his lips going to his home. Then I opened his pants and gave him a deep throat blowjob and he enjoyed it very well. He did not regret for a moment that I am his friend’s girlfriend and he should not do. Instead, he asked if he can suck my boobs.So in return, I asked.