This is our first get together, I hope it will be fun.”As she let them in another car pulled up and three more women arrived. Jan waved, and they wa...ed back in acknowledgement. They quickly walked up the drive and entered the house. These three women were similar in age and dress to the first guests. Anyone watching would not be surprised if this was a women’s book club, or cookery group, something quite innocent.Sally and Jan took their coats and jackets and put them in the spare room. She. “But a womanizer?” she said.“Yes, but no more. From now on you’re my one and only; I mean that, Stacey. And that if only in the shadows,” he said. “Fate may have screwed us over, as we have David, but we’re going to get back at it, fate, regardless.”She smiled. “I feel the same way, Ronald Carter. I have to say, I do feel like a shit doing this to him. But, I guess what is, is, and that’s all that needs to be said about it, I suppose,” she said.“I guess. And, I feel every bit as bad about doing. She wore heavy framed but elegant spectacles on a square and jowly face; I guessed she would be in her mid fifties. She had black court shoes with two inch heels on her feet. The fact I have described her attire in some detail, will tell you that I am a true pervy voyeur, so any opportunity to view the female form in all its glorious stages of development from preteens to matures is always welcome, dressed or undressed or somewhere in between. This route is not busy and is my favourite way of. I silently gazed at his edible cock slung over the cushioned seat. I wanted to drool at the very sight of it. It impossible to explain how much I wanted it in that moment but I restrained my self as I loosely bound his arms, then his calves to the legs. And there he was, legs spread, waiting, soft and nervous. I walked to the bedroom slipped a cocking around the base of my shaft behind my balls and came back in my boxers with lube and cock rings for him. I kneeled and kissed his flaccid phallus.