“I don’t know what struck my mind but I asked her won’t your husband mind”“Hahahahah.”She started laughing she was like why would he mind ...e helping som1 besides he is abroad and it gets really bored at home especially on off days .When she told me that her husband is abroad evil thoughts started running through my head.I was imagining the ways I can fuck her now.I wanted her anyhow.“Well, I was just arranging some stuff in the kitchen if u could help me unpack”.She came in and started. I'd always been especially fascinated by my erect dick and liked to watch how the skin moved under my fingers and the seeping crystal clear pre-cum peeking out of the slit in the end of my prick. Needless to say, watching my cum erupting out into the open was the ultimate for me. Because I liked to watch my dick in its varied levels or readiness and because I was so flexible, I would sometimes get cum in the face when I blasted off. At first it just surprised me when that happened, but when it. It felt just so big and hard as the orgasm came to its head and climaxed into several great pulses that spurted out semen all across Jack’s stomach and chest. A few drops even hit Jack’s chin.After that Jack just lay back and rested in the afterglow of the ejaculation with his hand still in its holding position around his cock which was now lying limp and satisfied. It was in this position that Jack nodded off to sleep again and it was in this position that Susan woke him up some forty five. I was happy enough at sales, but I didn't mind keeping track of our inventory, and doing the bookwork. What I really liked was going out to estate sales and getting old books for the antiquarian side of the business. That was how I met Fred Gymbal.Fred was a midwesterner, like me. He ran a small antique business in the Chicago area. We pretended a kind of rivalry, but we really specialized in different areas, he in furniture, china, and so on, me in books, and in fact we had given each.