Stocking everything. Cleaning EVERYTHING. I swear to God, she's OCD. Oh well, she has to bend down alot. Gives me plenty of time to admire her PHAT ju...cy ass. (Another dude called it Thunder Booty. True Story.) In ninja mode, of course. Can't be too dog like. So anyway I'm just chilling back there and she just walks up to me. "Almost done? It's 2:30. I don't want to be here all night!" She smiles as she's talking. I am not. "Oh, its 2:30? I had no fucking idea. I thought it was 1:15. Sides, its. I didn’t even play coy and tell him I’d have to think about it. If he had asked me to I would have gone down on him right there in the restaurant that night. And at the time I had never even seen a cock!”“From then on my life was much like what your life has been in the last few days, Jen. And just like you, I loved it. I still love it. There has never been a single second in my life that I have regretted that decision. But it takes the right kind of person. The wrong kind of person can’t take. We kissed briefly and I could taste myself on her tongue. Her soft, nylon covered legs caressed mine make me hornier than ever.‘Mick is only in the bathroom’ I said.‘I know, we have a minute or so.’ she replied ‘I so wanted you to join us but Mick doesn’t want a threesome with another guy. When I was fucking him and he fingered my bum I was pretending it was your fat cock.’My cock was fully hard again in an instance and she wrapped her small hand around it. Her fingers didn’t reach all the way. On Saturday night Helen took care of bathing our two daughters, Phillipa and Mary, while I was preparing their meals and ours. Helen fed them, read them a story and put them to bed. Then the three of us sat down to our dinner. So Helen,, I asked, are you looking forward to more fucking tonight? Oh! Yes! Ive been hoping all day that you two would be up for more fucking tonight. Is it really OK with both of you? No, Helen. Its not just OK with us its fucking brilliant. Isnt it, Naomi? Fuck yes..