’ Sandy asked, ‘When you were married to Albert, did you like being a housewife?’ ‘At first, I did. But, after a while I felt used and not tak...n seriously. He made all the decisions except things like which laundry soap to buy. I felt more like his servant than his wife.’ I asked Sandy, ‘Why did you ask her that question?’ ‘There are a lot of us living here. I think it would be great to have someone here, doing the laundry, cooking dinner for us, taking care of us so we all have the energy and. " What's a rubber?" I knew what 'the pill' was; I'd learned that much atlunch with the girls when the subject came up the day before, when theyjoked about me dating boys and asked if I was 'on the pill.' But I hadso many other questions. It seemed like every time she answered one,another one would pop into my head. I was so grateful to Mandy forteaching me all these things I needed to know."It's a rubbery plastic tube you roll over a boy's cock so his spermiesdon't get inside here when we. I was in a frenzied state. I needed that pussy.She held her hand out, stopping me from standing then knelt beside my chair, her firm ass pointing toward my husband. I watched him stare. I could tell his urges were strong, and the tenting in his swim trunks only made it more clear.Her breath was warm against my skin. She kissed me hard on the lips. I responded, only to have her pull away once again. I felt hurt but inquisitive as well.She was kissing and nibbling on my neck with a new found. "I love your cock!" Fuck, fuck!" he moaned, his hand squeezing my tit painfully hard, fighting off the urge to cum. Marshal was ever the considerate lover, making sure I had my pleasure before taking his.I ran my fingers through my bleached-blonde hair streaked with red highlights. The tinder inside me was about to blaze with passion, just a few more strikes. I rose; the delicious friction of his hard, thick cock caught the tinder inside me. I trembled, slamming down all the way onto his shaft.