Like I said, it could happen.” Anna giggled. “Maybe she could teach me, since she used to be a teacher.”By Thursday I was all ready for the week...nd. I got home and stripped just after the front door closed. I headed for the kitchen for a cold beer. I found my naked wife mixing herself a drink. “Hey, honey,” she said, turning to meet my lips for a kiss. “Want one of these?”I saw the vodka out and a pitcher of grapefruit juice. “I’ll start with a beer. I’ve been thinking about one since three. We were in each other's pants from then on. Well, actually, during the summers and after school, we often spent much of the time together naked and having sex of one kind or another. I was still sixteen when he got his dick in me (not that I refused, oh, no, I wanted it) and fucked me to orgasm. I was never the same since. I loved to suck my brother's cock and adored him fucking me with it. We lived with our mom who was divorced and she did catch us once when she came home early from work. She. It was a door; he didn't know of its existence. Behind it was a corridor of unadorned concrete. The floor was rough and cold against his bare feet; he shivered when a chilly draft breathed on him.Miss A's heels echoed on the stone, at times scratching in the sexy way high heels do. She walked the length of the corridor, not once looking back. There was a huge steel door at the end, but right before it she turned to the right and went into a gloomy room. There was only one naked light bulb,. Then she went back to bed.She didn't stay in bed long. She came running back out into the bathroom and slammed her ass down on my face again. And again, she instantly flooded my mouth with more syrupy, lumpy shit that I had to struggle to gulp down."Mistress Francesca?" I said. "Maybe you could use the normal toilet if you have diarrhea?" What the fuck?" she moaned and reached for the leather strap. Then changed her mind and said, "Oh, fuck it!"I though that had settled it. I was wrong. She.