"Then she got up from the bed and said, "Well, I'm going to clean myself now. And don't worry, I think the maid will love how your pussy is looking no...."She then walked away and out of the bedroom, probably going for a shower. While I was lying there, I tried to move, and get loose, but I noticed that I couldn't undo her knots. I sure wouldn't get loose without somebody's help.However, there was also something else that I had noticed. My buttocks were lying on a wet spot. In my mind's eye, I. We both agreed to let Mario stay with us for those three weeks. Mario had been both our friend. While he and I were closest as far as friendship went, my wife dated Mario before me. When I was dating my wife Mario would always tell me about the things they did together. I got turned on with his stories of making out, eating her tits and fondling her pussy. According to Mario, my wife used to give him hand jobs and blow jobs. According to Mario he never fucked her though he tried many times. She. When I arrived at her house I wasn't expecting her parents to be home so I was wearing some shorts that showed off my perky ass and a low cut tank top. Her parents were not home but her brother was. I knocked on the door and he opened the door. He looked at me like a complete stranger. "Chris?" I said. He had a puzzled look on his face as he said Who are you and how do you know my name? "It's me, Kylie," I said stammering over my words. His eyes instantly lit up. "Oh my goodness I haven't seen. I mentally shook my head; this was not what I’d expected.All the chores done, hands washed and dried, Donna glanced toward the living room and said, “I’m sensing you don’t want to hang around.” She placed a hand on my arm, “That’s okay. I don’t blame you. I’m really grateful you came. It was nice having someone sane to eat with.” Hmmm, those cracks widened. Then she glanced in again and frowned slightly. “Shit,” she muttered. Heading quickly into the living room, I followed, curious. John.