Had I peed myself in my excitement? I stammered. "I have to go home now."I almost ran home and I remember that hand brushing my breast. I had to be an...accident. Charly is a good Christian. I always told my father and mother everything I did but I would not tell them about this. My parents would not approve of kissing let alone an arm touching my breasts. What would they say if they knew that I almost wet my panties with his kiss. I remembered Charly's prayer. WOMEN MUST SHARE THEIR LIFE WITH A. "Do you want to be my bitch?" Zeke taunted."Yes, Daddy." Patrick gasped as he writhed on Zeke's finger."Do you want to be Daddy's little girl?" Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy!" Patrick begged.Zeke retrieved the jar of lube and knelt on the bed. He plunged his fingers into the jar and slathered the jelly all over his huge, throbbing member. He wiped the excess off on a towel, then moved quickly to Patrick."Spread your legs, slut!" Zeke ordered.Patrick did as ordered and Zeke slid a plump pillow under. The rule that Britt lived by, about staying away from married or committed women, came to mind. Then I could hear Darcy the devil on my other shoulder. ‘If they are going to get fucked anyways then why not by you? You didn’t approach them and make them go to bed with you.”We got off on her floor and I followed her to her room. She seemed either nervous, excited or both. She said, “My name is Janet or Jan.”“I’m Jack. I don’t want to be your boyfriend or mess up what you have with your husband. Well, not tonight!She picked out a little red jumpsuit, one that hugged her petite curvy body. She stepped into it and walked to the mirror. She was still in her late twenties, and her body was good. She knew any man would find her attractive.Any man but her husband. Don just didn't seem to be interested in sex any more. Vicky knew she was going to have to work extra hard to get him turned on tonight.She paraded back and forth in front of the mirror, sticking out her tits and wiggling her ass..