I can hardly believe how little his dick is. You’ll never want it again when I’m through with you, and he’s welcome to suck and fuck my slut wif... as much as he wants to.”I was surprised at seeing a new and harsher side to Elton. His comments were confirming that he wasn’t really close with and caring about his wife and was apparently using her to attract Ed as a way to get some of my tight, young pussy. That probably should have been a big turn off for me.Instead, I was even more aroused that a. She took it rather cool and told me that Sarah was his second known affair so far. She had forgiven him for the first she found out about one year ago but had been suspecting that wasn't his only. She promised that he was in serious trouble this time.Robin's wife persuaded me to let my kids stay at their place overnight just in case Sarah skipped "Sebastian soft-cock" and came home in a desperate attempt to get me to forgive her. That is exactly what happened. I didn't get time to do anything. Simon was relieved to be distracted from his gloomy, introspective mood, and made his way through to stand in the doorway to watch what was unfolding.Some benches had been hastily put together to form a makeshift stage or catwalk. As a young woman was helped up on to this platform, to his somewhat shamefaced amusement he felt this was a mind-reading parody of his lustful thoughts. The canny tavern owner had been so taken by the idea of Marlowe’s parade of beauty that he decided to exploit it. I was gladwhen I turned twenty-one, looking forward to making upfor lost time with you, dad.”I beamed with pride.“But why didn’t you call me a year ago?” I inquired.“I knew if I came back before I graduated I’d never wantto go back to school. I wouldn’t want to leave youagain.”I almost cried at those words.Almost.“So, dad, you do still go to that Nudist Camp, don’tyou?”“I sure do. Religiously,” I winked.We both.