I, at least, could always afford to have someone stay with Bill during the day until he started school. And I could afford to have someone be there fo... him when he came home or when business took me out of town.For the first six years after Monica left me - Bill was just a year old when she decided to head for the Coast - we were very, very lucky. Annie, a solid West Indian woman with a gently firm manner about her and an honest and obvious love of children, took on the task of "mothering" my. Then she shocked me by reaching out and holding my cock. The feeling was electric but I moved closer. she opened her legs slightly more and I took this as an invitation to touch her. Fucking hell she was red hot and I could feel her getting wetter by the second. I kissed her hard and told her what a dirty whore she was. She just started to wank my cock harder so I grabbed her hair and pushed her to her knees. She opened her mouth and I pushed my cock right in. She accepted as much of my. The stockings still felt as smooth as the day before, and I felt another small flame of arousal between my thighs while I slid them up my thighs. Once the high-heels were fastened around my ankles, I slowly stood up. Their eyes were wide and full of admiration. “Does it work?” I asked, still insecure, and tried to find my balance. “Does it work?” Jolene giggled. “It’s fucking brilliant. God, Anne’s such a lucky girl!” “Hey,” Monique piped in, “I’m in the room, you know!” “But pink isn’t your . Synth 1: “We love your design work – we can’t wait to get fitted with those hot cunts. I hope you can get the internal pressure sensors to work properly – we want to feel every inch of those lovely cocks inside us”. Synth 2: “and make sure you get the lubrication right – there’s way too much right now – it streams out like a squirt long before the bloke is ready. It needs to be just enough to let him slide in against a good level of friction – especially for the k**die-Synths”Just then BJ.