I persuaded her that I would see she got the job and at that moment she came forward and hugged me. We both hesitated for a second, both surprised I t...ink at what was happening between us, before nature fully took over and I found myself eagerly pulling at her pantyhose, with Carolina assisting me with her undressing. Every new sight of Carolina's body got me more and more excited. Her fleshy stomach and hips and full tits were all exquisite. And I soon discovered, once I'd pulled down her. Reaching to find my dad's hard cock and squeezing it, feeling it hot and hard in my hands while he kissed me, pushing his tongue in my mouth, and...I stepped back, blushing and blinking my eyes and feeling hot all over. He couldn't see me, and that was good. I'd never felt that, at least not so suddenly, not so distinctly. Yeah, I wanted my dad, I understood that about myself, but when I was home I wanted to be ... his wife, not his lover. There was a difference, like a big wall that kept the. In other words, you are a slut. Not that there is anything wrong with being a slut, in fact I love having sluts around, but that is what I see when I have a married woman in my apartment. That is what I want to see. That's all you have to do Betsy, be a slut. Say slutty things, do slutty things. Be a lady, a loving wife, a devoted mother someplace else, but when you are here in my apartment be the biggest slut you can be." What does a slut do?" Whatever she wants Betsy, whatever she wants."She. She rarely bothered trimming her pubic hair. No man has been between her legs since her husband left, and she didn't think one was going to be anytime soon.While still looking at the mirror, Audrey turned her body around. She rose to stand on her tip toes and stuck her butt out as she studied it. It was a shame she had no guy to see it, and placed her hand on her right cheek, squeezing it to her amusement. She turned back around and just as she slid a hand to her vulva, a thought popped into.