After all our years of married life where she had beenresponsible for these chores, I imagine she enjoyed passing theresponsibility onto someone else....I know she certainly had noreservations on directing my work, or critiquing my efforts. For example,she seemed to breeze through clothes now, leaving them helter-skelter onthe floor throughout the house for me to pick up and launder. Now, shenever took her dirty dishes to the kitchen or put things away.Deborah had spent some time, when she saw. When I reached the other end it the street, I made a quick left drove a block and made another quick left. I floored it again and got to the next corner just in time to see Kira make a U-turn headed the way she'd seen me going. My phone rang then, and I just let it go to voicemail.Once Kira made it to the street where I'd turned, I waited for her to go down that street and then drove straight to the freeway and took that to the park as I had originally planned. As I drove, I was happy. I put. My heart sunk as his tongue pressed against my lips and I parted them and flicked mine over his. He got up reached his hand out took mine and took me to the bedroom. There he kissed me again (I could not believe he did not know it was me). He asked if he could take a few Polaroid pics I agreed. He told me how to pose and what to do. Spinning around doing cheers, things a cheer girl would do. He was jerking his cock as he took the pics. He told me to get on my knees. I did and he pressed his. She slowly looked up at me with a pair of big blue eyes. The laundry dropped and so did her mouth. I was towering over her, at least a foot above her petite 5’3” stature. The laundry room light cast a beam of light that perfectly illuminated the enormous tent pole protruding from my thin sweat pants, casting a penis shadow that filled up most of the laundry room. Cassandra looked and her eyes grew even wider. “Oh... wow, you're in here, ” she said slowly, in shock. “Um...” I didn’t know what to.