H's driver was at the street waiting and drover her to a very large house and opened the door for her Carole entered the house and was told to go to t...e bedroom Mrs. H naked her long red hair flowed over her tits only said EAT ME!! and Carole did starting at her toes and kissing her way up she touched her lips to the redheads twat and did her best to please her mistress she licked and sucked the clit making Mrs.H shake and rock her body fucking Carole's mouth and begging for more her bucking. Moving like treacle, she brought one hand slowly up, hovering uncertainly below its target before she found a new surge of courage – or maybe it was that professional instinct kicking back in – and closed her palm beneath me with her thumb above the nipple; my C-cup too big for her small hand to support completely. Oh man, it most definitely did not feel like a doctor holding me. I was standing in a body-builder pose with my feet apart and arms out to the side – although my lean, cut muscles. “Oooooowwwwwwwyyyeeessss!” Alice was clearly lubricating wildly if the wet noises filling the room and the stronger, familiar smell emanating from her groin were anything to go by. Sensing this, Steve begin to thrust harder and faster, fingering her more and more energetically until her whole body shook against him, a precursor to a massive orgasm... Which didn’t happen! Confidently expecting my sweet wife to climax at Steve’s expert hands as surely as sweet, pregnant Julie was even then. Hard to confirm suspicions while he stays at home. Tired of evidence pointing there. Figure its time to pay a visit. Been thinking about Artie’s question while watching through kitchen window. Carib is sleeping. Lots of towels in garbage can. Brown stained towels. Blood turns brown when dry. Brown and maroon. More brown than maroon. Carib doesn’t have fireplace. Can’t drop towels in dumpster. Too afraid. Washer is in basement of building. Probably waiting for clear opportunity to move them down.