He certainly doesn’t judge her, and he could after finding her laundry in the condition it was in.“How about I help you with your chores?” he su...denly offers.She brings her eyes up from the obvious bulge in his pants. Emily Elizabeth doesn’t believe he is hard at all, and if that’s the case, he is definitely packing some meat in those pants. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says when she catches his eyes.“Why? Because your father will get made and fire me?” She nods. “Well then, we’ll. ”“So, you’re one of those panty-sniffing perverts, I see. I should guard my laundry hamper when you’re at my place.”“And speaking of masturbation . . .”“We were?”As well as I knew her, I still hesitated before telling her the next fact. “Okay, before I came down on the train on Sunday, I sneaked in a quick jerk-off at home. I wanted to be sure I had enough stamina to please you.”She blinked at me and said, “You know, under your mild exterior, you’re actually rather perverse.”“And under your. I never stood a chance as she was 15 stones compared to my 8 stones. As our marriage wore on these sessions turned more into punishments rather than the fun foreplay it started as. My wife would pick on minor excuses, such as overcooked toast or weak tea to push me down and sit on me until I apologised profusely for getting things wrong. She would also only agree to let me up after she had moved up onto my face and made me perform long sessions of oral worship and this became the only foreplay. I arrived on Sunday afternoon, checked in and started walking around the area to take in the excitement. People were wearing funny hats, carrying souvenirs, and freezing there asses off. It was one of the coldest days in several years.I walked behind a woman that apparently had not read the weather forecast. She was wearing a light jacket, a short miniskirt, and she was wearing high heels.At a street corner I got up next to her and asked, “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like.