What’s the difference? We have the vicious on one side and the humorless on the other. They both want to control our lives. Fuck ‘em.“What are y...u making, Jett?”“Stuffed chicken breasts for dinner. Friday’s my night now. Um ... you kind of missed yours Tuesday.”“Oh, shit. I forgot,” Ariel mourned. There was something of her old emo self in that expression. I set my knives aside and washed my hands.“This will wait a few minutes. Tell me about it,” I said as I led her to the living room. It was. I'll do it. Just please " and she turned on the shower.I went back to the monitor room and watched her shower through the camera. The way the water dripped down her perfect tan body. The way her big perfect round breasts looked wet. Her big round ass. I watched without looking away. She went over to the clothes I laid out and she looked at them. A complete Harley Quinn outfit. A short skirt with a little tank top. She put it on and looked in the mirror. It was a two sided mirror with a camera. I still don't know why Sue is the way she is, but I like it. She's such a fucking slut, at least with me she is. And ever since that day she'll call me in the mornings when she's horny and good old Bob hasn't been up to the task. I sneak over and through the poolside door that leads right into their master bathroom. It's almost too easy.So there I was sitting on the toilet seat, slowing massaging my dick in anticipation of what was to come, when the door handle begins to turn. Now this is. I saw her quickly pull her had away saying that he was really huge…Barry insisted and this time I noticed when he put again his hand on her thigh she let him keep it there, but he did not try to go higher…When we got to our house, Barry helped me to get out of his car and he carried me upstairs to the marital bed.I saw him kiss my sensual wife, holding her close and sliding his hand down to squeeze and fondle her firm round buttocks. Ana pushed him away, saying that it was not right at all…I.