Dionne’s eyes were now closed, as she enjoyed my soft touch to caress her nice mound.I started to run my fingers up and down the slit between the li...s. Her juices were flowing and running onto my lap beneath her. As my finger caressed her swollen pussy lips, they became coated in her excitement. But then she lifted her round hips from my lap and my hard dick slipped out from her wet love tunnel. Dionne opened her eyes and begged me to keep caressing her burning pussy.I gently parted her swollen. But everyone thinks the same. I'm not bad, I'm average. Not handsome, not ugly. Not too charming. Not too rich. But Camille is, like I said, a goddess, and people think you need to be a god to marry a goddess."I think it's wiser than being jealous all the time." Did she ever cheat on you?"I laughed. Camille tells me all the bad lines she gets, and the good ones too, usually lying naked on my lap, and we have a blast laughing of her sharp replies. Once this guy came to her, well-built,. “I’m Kaleb, by the way.” “Jess.” We shake hands. His grip is warm and not too tight. I’m somewhat thrown by his adorable presence in my kitchen. “Can I, uh, get you anything to drink?” I ask. “I think I might’ve brought something over.” I open the fridge and much to my dismay, find it to be completely empty. Damn, I’d left the boxes of groceries at my other place. Kaleb grins. “I’m good, but thanks.” I close the refrigerator door, embarrassed. “Sorry,” I mumble, “I thought. . .” He gives. As his room was under construction. They added the kitchen on to the house last year and Bills father thought it would be nice to make his room larger and turn it into a master bedroom for guests. Meanwhile Bill would take over the modest guest bedroom they already had. As most guest bedrooms in a house that currently didnt have a guest in it, it was a storage room so Bill hardly had any privacy cause both his dad and step mom would always be in and out to grab something or another. This was a.