I couldn't believe how fast the time went. It was now early afternoon and I was way behind on my chores. I picked a couple of the quickest chores to a...complish first but I knew there was no way to get my chores finished before my lovely wife would get home. She doesn't often leave me a "honey do" list but she knew I had all day to get things done and she would not be happy if they weren't complete. I tried to think of a good excuse to avoid her finding out the truth.I decided to tell her I was. Clothes everywhere,pants, shirts, jocks, shorts, briefs, socks, cleats, and shoes. whatstruck me most was the smell. I now knew where the lockerrom scent wascomming from that I smelled downstairs. His room just oozed a sweatymanly musk. "Shut the door, Faggot".I didn't exacally liked being called names, after all I wasn't some faggyart student. The ones I've seen on campus passing out flyers for thequeernation or an aids rally. I was a jock in my own right. "So Boy" Timsaid as he moved. All this verbal foreplay had got Sylvia to the point caressing her fanny.Taking things in hand, I instructed Charlie to take off his trousers and I did the same. Dropping them he proudly showed me a limp five inches but extremely thick cock against my now dribbling rigid seven. With our hands encompassing each other’s tackle, Charlie said, ‘What attracts to you Sylvia, Robert – don’t miss out any detail, I want to hear every dirty thought.'‘Well Charlie, she is really my dream senior fuck, but. Again, Peggy is my wifes younger sister that had to stay with us for a few weeks...months. So this last time, I had tied Peggy up, hands and knees foward, and ankles to the back. She was stuck on all fours with her ass in the air. I was slowly torturing her, by fingering her and leaving, I would open the curtains when I knew the mailman was coming so he could see, etc. Then on the last time I opened the curtains and went outside to peek in, not realizing I had locked myself out, and left the.