You probably heard that she has a little different arrangement with Bud than any of the other girls and I've offered her the same deal here."There was...some grumbling at that. Word had it that C. P. Swallows gave only 40 percent of her take to the house rather than the standard 60 percent that the rest of us forked over. We knew better than to complain to Molly, though. She always made it clear that it was her business. If we didn't like the way she ran it, we were free to relocate to Cheyenne. About this time Paul backed away and took his clothes off while watching Dave lick my pussy.He came over and stood in front of my husband brandishing his hard cock, and my husband couldn't resist fondling it and kissing it before letting it slide into his mouth. He barely had Paul's cock wet when Paul backed off and knelt down to unzip my husband's pants and take his cock out, wetting it with his saliva as it hardened into his sucking mouth.By the time my husband had his clothes off, Dave had. My gut instinct was telling me that it wasn't a random burglary at all, but that someone had broken in just to get the pictures. The problem with this scenario is that it's just the sort of paranoid fantasy that a down-and-out private eye would cook up in his head to give himself something to do. I decided I would run it by someone who would give me an unbiased opinion. Like maybe Gerri. My cock twitched at the thought.As it turned out, that wasn't necessary. I was scanning through some. I put on some casual clothes and walked out to my breakfast. The pancakes were tasty, the orange juice cold and tart, the coffee was fresh perked and sure didn't taste like the crap I made at home. I tried to think whether Kelly had ever cooked a meal for me while we were married and I couldn't remember if she had or not. We used to eat out all the time. "This is great, Kelly, thanks a lot. I didn't know you cooked." Glad you like it. What can I do for you now? You said something about some.