"That your son out there?" Andrea asked, arching an eyebrow. I nodded and she said, "I want to meet him before you get away from here."Then we agreed ...o cut down on the recorded music the PA system was using and the phony hand-clapping and trumped-up cheering, all the rah-rah stuff. "How about the bugle call?" I asked. "That 'charge!' thing?" I like it," Andrea said, leaning back, waiting for reactions."We'll keep it then," said Mr. Ambrose, "but we'll try to use it with some discretion. Back. I reminded her that she didn’t like anal sex to which she replied that she had changed her mind. In fact she said that she had changed her mind on a lot of things and that we should have a talk when I got home.I really wanted to know more so I went into Pamela’s office and asked her. Pamela smiled and said that my wife should be the one to tell me…but…my wife had crossed over to the dark side. Sexually speaking of course. My wife had realized that she liked the taste of piss, a good stiff cock. While I was looking at the dessert menu, Sally leaned over and whispered in my ear, ”Sir, may I order a dose of Betty for my dessert?”I just looked at her shocked that she would even ask that, but then I broke out laughing causing her to blush again.I asked her, “You do know I was just testing you earlier, right? I didn’t mean that I wanted you to do that tonight.”She giggled and said, “I have been thinking about it for a long time and since she seemed okay with it, I figured it was the right. Yes, that's it. Make me cum, baby," I screamed silently as I dropped the telephone to the floor. My boys were playing downstairs.I fucked Felicia until she went off to college later that year. I couldn't get enough of her sweet body. I was always touching, kissing or fucking her whenever she entered my house. One morning, I leisurely shaved her blond pussy bald as I had done mine. Freaky me couldn't resist the urge to trib my baby while our pussies were still burning. "I'm sore, Ms. Liz, " she.