He declared me a perfectwoman. Or rather he declared me perfect for housekeeping. The sixtieshad never happened, so far as Siggy was concerned, for he...wanted hiswife to tend to his house and to his every whim and desire. To mysurprise, I loved being a conventional, un-liberated housewife. I foundthat I could complete my daily chores by two o'clock, leaving me hoursof daytime TV to watch. I became hooked on soap operas and The"Newlywed Game", so reddening my eyes from bawling that Siggy thought. She felt a sudden wetness between her legs as she released.“Oh, yeah, that nice, yeah, you are doing good. You needed that, didn't you.” It was a statement, not a question.He thrust firmly into her, easing back a few more times. Then he thrust in again, but much harder this time, holding his cock deep inside her.“Oh, Oh, yes, Oh, Ahhh!” He grunted, Alice felt the surge going up inside her, the warm wetness as he began to release too. She felt his cock pulsing inside her, adding to the load he. The double doors met in the middle of the large archway, and through them she could see a long dirt lane stretching back, with more trees arching over the path so densely they obscured the sky and eventually obscured whatever lay at the end of the long trail. Taryn knew, vaguely, that the path led to the school her young parents had just dropped her off to attend. She had protested at attending this new private school. She had friends, close friends, which she would no longer see. But all her. Now he was just groping me. He was so unprofessional. I had never been more excited in my life. My dick was sideways in my panties, but it was fully hard and leaking pre-cum. With his hands, he gently turned me around. I shivered as he ran his hands up the back of my legs.“I love your stockings” He said.When he reached the tops of my thigh-highs he ran his fingers around the flesh at the top of my thighs.“It is very exciting that you are wearing a garter and not pantyhose.”He then ran his hands.