.. and maybe a dry bed.”A shower, she thought, that will give me time to think. Meekly but with great trepidation she acceded to follow his lead. A...dry bed? Oh... she felt nasty from the wetness all over the mattress.Taking her hand, the hugely endowed man helped the muddled woman sit up and then coaxed her off the bed. “I could use a shower myself,” he said, “particularly when it’s with such a stunning woman as you.” He led her through the open door to the adjoining room, to the bathroom.. They all seemed to have the same thought to stash a nice young girl on the side in the city while their wives were in the suburbs washing clothes and changing diapers.She seemed particularly depressed when he visited his little girls and didn't ever bother to look up when he asked,"Everything OK with you, Ann, you got something you want to talk about?"He didn't think she was trying to give him the "cold shoulder" but was genuinely upset by something. Sal was certain she relished the fact she. In the evening, as usual, she called me and asked me what I was trying to do and it wasn’t right as she was married, etc.I kind of convinced her that it was just a playful thing and not to read too much into it. Further, I asked her if she could come a bit early about 6.30 am so that we could just generally talk before the other maid comes. She said she will think about it but cannot guarantee.That night I did not get proper sleep and I was waiting for her to come early very eagerly. My heart. Tim’s may have looked a little longer and maybe harder, but the shiny purple knob made her instantly wet with the memories of how he tasted. “I wonder if Dad tastes better?” she silently asked herself.At that moment, Tim began spraying rope after rope of thick cum over the breasts of his mother and Tammy’s mouth dropped. He had already done that several times and yet he was still essentially painting her torso with his thick juice.Tim then collapsed on top of his mother and for a moment, Tammy.