She arrived and immediately made sympathetic cooing noises to reassure me as I sat on the bed while she undid the buttons up my back. I was mortified ...y my helplessness and blubbered my apologies. ?I?m sorry Mummy Jones. I?m ever so sorry. I just can?t seem to hold it!? ?Oh never mind darling. A little whoopsie is hardly anything to cry about. Accidents happen and mummy?s not angry. Here let me undress you then you can join Pauline in the shower.? So saying, Mummy Jones next. As i said,sometimes you have to broaden your tastes,and a fucks a fuck.And she was definitely after a good fucking.I walked up to her and took her hand saying'Take me upstairs to bed.If your husband does't want to satisfy you anymore then he can't blame you if you find someone who does want to'.At this she led me upstairs to her bedroom.I say hers because they both had separate bedrooms.She was nervous as she sat on the bed.I told her to relax and that she didn't have to do anything she didn't. So she began teasing me. ‘Good girl. Good girl.’ But that’s not what I meant just now with you. Go lie down. Go home if you need to.” Cynthia bit her lower lip before replying. “Yeah, I should.” Hmmm. It doesn’t affect me when I say it. Only when someone else does. The phone beeped again. “Call me tonight,” Katie said. “Let me know if you’re feeling better.” “Okay,” Cynthia replied. She turned to leave. “Good girl,” Katie said. Cynthia stopped and twisted her head back. Her face held shock and. Another time she asked Brett if she could change the TV channel for him. She made sure the kids weren’t in the room and then proceeded to turn the TV channel by bending at the waist. Brett could clearly see Debbie’s luscious ass cheeks and her wet little cunt as her skirt rode up her buttocks. He couldn’t believe his innocent little wife wasn’t wearing any panties. But what amazed him even more was that he thought she had shaven herself ... down there ... which she had never done before.After.