“Kneel,” he ordered. Jamie did so, crumbs and cream providing a thin cushion on the hard floor.“Close your eyes again, and don’t turn around. ...’ll be right back.”“What are you giving me this time?” he called, but there was only the thrum of the cello. A shiver ran down his spine, though the apartment was warm, and the cake topping had not soaked into his clothes enough to make him cold. He didn’t dare imagine what might be about to happen.“Are you ready?” The voice came from behind him.“For. I could hardly believe the scene, my lovely sexy wife spread out on her back on our bed with her father’s seventy-year-old best friend all over her, while her father sat downstairs watching TV. I watched as Malcolm used his fingers to spread my wife’s pussy lips, exposing the inside of her pink love hole so that he could begin licking and sucking on that pussy, which he did until Jane was close to climax. Then he pulled his mouth away and very slowly inserted a finger into her, working in and. She used to sex chat with her husband. Reading the chats made me damn horny.As I scrolled up, I found his husband’s dick pic. It was small. I regretted that such a beautiful had a husband with such a small dick. And compared to the size of the dildo, she needed something bigger than that (I mean a bigger cock). So I tried to make a plan to fuck her.One day it happened. I was coming to the lift after the school when I saw her coming with her kid. She had her kid in one hand and goods in the. Who knows … maybe she’s the owner. I grabbed my newly opened beer, took a pull at it then set it back down. ‘You want girl?’ she asked. I shook my head. ‘You want boy?’ she smiled. ‘No way.’ I laughed. I had heard about the lady-boys that could be found in Thailand and I definitely don’t have any inclination to swing that way. ‘Ok. I just ask.’ She replied. ‘You want eat? We make food.’ ‘Nah. I’m fine, thanks. I’ll just have my beer and enjoy the scenery.’ It was about three or four.