” We walked into the bathroom. I placed her in the shower. I had not forgotten their sendoff earlier in the year. I took my cock that was pointing u... toward the ceiling and directed him at Sarah's pussy. I began to piss on her with a strong stream that I had saved for hours on the train in expectation of this moment. I sprayed her cunt and her tits. She was squealing as I pissed on her smiling open mouth. Then she laughed and pulled me into the shower. She made me sit on the floor and placed. " He cuddles me, even on a bad night when we've had a spat. Until he went away, I was thrilled to be with him every day and night. I want him home. I worry too much and my knives wouldn't cut hot butter."She laughed and then asked pleasantly, "Are you really in love with him?" More than I care to admit." I can't stand this anymore. You bring this wonder boy out here and let us have a look at him. Does he play golf?" He hasn't played in a while, but I understand that he used to break 80. Not like those stuffed shirts at the Country Club. They’d been happy to dip their wicks in Loose Lois but they wouldn’t tie her up or hurt her when she asked - just in case the National Enquirer found out about it when they’d become a big shot. Peter had no such inhibitions. It was one of the reasons why she’d fell in love with him and married him. But Lois wasn’t a teenager anymore. She was 42 and had an 18 year old daughter. She wore her 42 years well. The bloom of her youth might have faded. Me I'm the archetypal Greek god, tall and blond with a body made perfect by hours of swimming.As I said earlier the reason we got together was an Ms Rita Townsend, a woman in her late twenties with a sensational figure. Every guy in her class would drool over her perfect legs that showed from under her short skirts and her large bust, but as far as we knew, nobody was getting anywhere with her. So we made a pact, 'one for all and all for one'. Our goal was for us to get into her knickers, by.