.. Is that the milk man?”“Yeah.” I walked over to him and brought him inside, not even caring to lock the door. “You’re done I suppose?” I...asked the milk man.“Yeah, I’ll probably get going.” He scampered outside in a hurry.“Good. Now, Ryan, I’ve got a few things to tell – “SLAP!!I can’t believe he actually slapped me. “YOU FUCKING SLUT!!! JUST BECAUSE YOU COULDN’T WAIT FOR ME TO COME HOME, YOU GOT YOURSELF SCREWED BY THE MILK GUY!! YOU’RE A WORTHLESS WHORE!! THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE!!!”This day was. And, somehow the setting had enhanced it all.The water continued to fall with a gentle hiss on Quentin’s back. Nice to know I’ve got this young beauty to myself for a month, he said to himself...Though invited to take dinner with Madame Vesta, both Quentin and Julia politely turned down the offer, pleading tiredness after the journey. Quentin did not think it necessary to add that fucking Carlotta had also taken a good deal out of him... and Julia did not yet feel up to facing that menacing. As she dragged herself to get dressed, she rarely bathed now, there was a knock at the door.Through the crack she saw a face, familiar yet not at all recognizable. The man's eyes were sunken, his skin sickly jaundiced. He was so much thinner now than she had remembered, but the voice, though weak, was unmistakable."Angilee, is that you?" Jeremy? My God yes, come in!" I may need a little help," he said, wavering a bit as she slid back the bolt and opened the door. He leaned on her heavily as the. My wife was on her back, legs spread wide, Jess had her head between my wife’s legs and was eating her out and I started fucking Jess from behind. I rammed Jess hard and fast like I love to do to women and Jess took it all with no pain, but Jess told me not to cum, she is going to ride me and she is there to teach my wife how to do so. I pulled out of Jess’s pussy and laid down beside my wife. Jess right away sat on my cock from on top and told my wife to watch and learn. Jess started riding me.