.”NOW THE STAGE IS SET”My wife and I fucked every day but she was very conservative in bed. So I started experimenting with drugs to see if she wo...ld be more open to my suggestions, like slutty nighty stuff for bed but she was not having any of my perverted desires. “Why don't you go pick up a hooker on the streets, if that's what you want”. I would tell her “no honey, I want one woman and that's you however I want you to be many types of lovers” but I never could get her thinking sex was not. I answered it to see Layla standing there wearing a long white summer dress with her hair flirting with her shoulders “Hey Layla” I said. She barged past me heading to my living room. “I know you’ve been watching me…” my heart sank into my stomach. “We both know. At first we thought it was kinda funny, the creepy older man from across the street wanking over the younger married woman.” “I haven’t” I said, but It was obvious I was lying. “Don’t. I’ve seen you. David just left me because of. He was decently hung, probably 6 inches, but not very thick. Brandy curled her soft, slender fingers around him and pumped her father’s cock, getting him harder before she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his shaft, right under the head. Her tongue licked across the head and she head her dad groan and then he shifted in his seat, sliding down so she could suck him deeper. Brandy looked up at her father with big blue eyes, but his head was reclined and his eyes were closed as he. Allen,” I said. “These are for you and Tamara.” Her mom smiled a mouth full of strikingly white teeth against her full red lips. “Thank you Greg,” she said stepping back. “Come in.” We had spaghetti and meatballs and bread. Afterward, Tamara and I cleaned up before joining her mom in the TV room. Her mom was wrapped in a blanket and looked pretty sleepy as we started watching a movie. Tamara and I snuggled on the couch, her hand resting on my thigh, getting me painfully swollen. My fingers.