But actually, someone had written, "I wish I had worn a pretty dress to this party."She put the paper aside and picked up the next one, still folded. ...I'm going to read this mind, behind my back," she announced and holding the paper behind her she turned to face the wall. The kids laughed."This is stupid," said Wally."No," said Joanne. "That's not what it says, it says...." She paused dramatically, "It says, 'I wish I had worn a pretty dress to this party.'" That must be Holly's," said. ‘Oh God honey, it feels so good, so fucking good’. She gasped, not even fully aware of what she was saying. It is always a joy to watch my quiet schoolteacher of a wife become a wild woman in bed, To watch her go from using perfect grammar, to begging me to shoot cum in her slut asshole. ‘Suck my pussy’ she cried as I continued my ministration of her cunt. I love every minute of running my tongue up and down her slit, sticking it in her, and sucking up all the cum. My eating of her pussy seemed. Since I know little bit about computers one day while talking on the road she asked me if I could help her create an email account and browse some travel related information on internet. I gladly accepted as that will give me chance to strike a closer chord with her. The first day of computer session went normal with her marvelling the amount of information internet has etc. On the third day when she came and her browsing session was on, accidentally a porn site came up which I was checking out. "I didn't invite you and I don't know any quiet clubs up here yet," I said."Unless you like Willie Nelson there are none," Simon said. "Hold on how are you fixed for balls?" What the hell do you mean?" I asked."There is a biker bar out on the road by the county sports complex. They only sell beer and dope, but they say it is lively. I am pretty sure they won't like a cop as a customer." he said."Simon, why don't you come pick me up and we won't tell them what I do?" I figure I would see how he.