I was wondering what would happen next and i soon found out. I heard my wife tell him that she wanted to be fucked in the bedroom. She was actually go...ng to let this guy fuck her in our bedroom and on our marriage bed. Robert then slipped out of his clothes and followed my wife to the bedroom. They passed right by me, as i stepped further back into the kitchen and watched them walk up stairs as naked as the day they were borned, my eyes foscusing on the nice sway of my wife's ass. I begin to. Only Bernie came in with her. The barber, an old man, was sat in a corner drinking tea. He looked up from his newspaper."Ahh! She turned up then." he remarked. "And very nice she is, too"."Yeh, she turned up, she's a dirty bitch though!" said Bernie."Oh? How, dirty?" Well, you know I told you the old guy said she does everything she's told? Well, she does anything, without being told, she loves it, the bitch!" The barber looked doubtful but seemed impressed all the same."So, she just presented. They had been there for only an hour when Heather's mom noticed she wasn't feeling well and took her aside for a chat."Dear, are you alright? You look a little under the weather" her mom asked with more than a trace of concern in her voice."I'm OK, mom. Really." It's not your time of the month, is it? You look a little... bloated," her mother whispered behind her hand."I'll be fine, mom. I just ate too much and it's not sitting real well on my stomach. Let's get back to the others. I don't want. "What have you got there?" motioning to my hand."I brought some wine for you, thought it might be a good idea." I stammered."Well that was nice, hand it to me and I will put it on ice." She said, touching my hand gently and sending goose bumps up my armAs she walked away from me I couldn't help but notice how she was dressed. She wore a short mini skirt that allowed her lean legs to show, her top wasn't tight but form fitting, holding her ample breasts and allowing cleavage to be easily seen. I.