I never had before. Every night at exactly seven-thirty I walked the same streets, music in my ears, eyes fixed straight ahead. Maybe it was a flash o... movement. Maybe a subconscious tug of my attention. But I did look, glancing right at the house I was passing. It was a cute little brownstone, not much different than the others along this street packed in like anchovies. The curtains were thrown open, and I could see what looked like a living room through the sole first floor window.A woman. For now, Allison is going to go pick you out some stuff. Stuff with lots of bright colors, and flowers and..." Ewww!" Phoebe whined. "Fashion stuff? No way would I wear that stuff." Right!" I said. "No way would you wear it..." I left the thought hanging for her to pick up. It didn't take her long."This sucks!" she finally said, pulling her legs up to her chest and hugging her arms around them."Sure beats the alternative though, doesn't it?" Allison asked."C'mon Phoebles," I said chucking her. Them. She looks at me confused before I realize I haven't said a word, only looked at her. Her voice is like silk. “Honey, are you alright? You look hungry.” She looks at Mr. Jonas. “Make us some food, Mikey, so James doesn't have too.” He frowns at her, moving his hands away.“Why? He's a bitch anyway; let him do it.” He smiles. In a blink of an eye she back kicks him into the cabinets along the wall.“Do it!" She grits her teeth. "Before I get actually mad. We have a guest.”Her voice oddly. When he reached her thigh he slowly let his hand pass over her inner thigh and she trembled and moaned at this. I could tell her pussy was excited at his touch because I fest it flex under me as she moaned at the feeling of his hand on her inner thigh. My wife always enjoyed when I stroked her pussy and fingered her while we kissed and cuddled so I moved up and placed her right leg over mine. I began to stroke her wet pussy while kissing her gently on the lips and down her neck to her nipples..