Goodhead continued. ‘I mean, she’s had so little schooling! Now that she’s eighteen, I hope she marries a smart, dominant man, who can take care...of her.’ I looked again at Candi, my head swimming. ‘It’s true,’ she said with a little sigh. ‘I’m not the smartest. But I can cook and clean like nobody’s business, and whatever else you might need from a wife, I’ll do it. With a smile.’ Her hand went into my lap, and I nearly jumped out of my seat, looking at Mrs. Goodhead, who just grinned.. It was over before I knew it.We got o Andy's place and smoked a few bowls, another cocktail and I crashed on the living room couch. in y sleep i feel a tickle on my stiff cock and quickly wake up. What was that? I don't remember stripping to my underwear, but here i am with a raging hard on laying face up in my tighty wighties. I am still quite buzzed and lift my head slightly to see I am now in his parents bed and he is laying right next to me, in his undies also. I lay my head down and try. He took the day off preparing for my arrival. After finishing some last paperworks I hopped into my car and drove towards my assistants house. At the entrances they both greeted me. I gave my keys to muhammed as a move to show his wife whos the boss around here. He knew exactly what to do. He parked my car came running back to us and invited me inside his house. While walking inside i introduced myself to his wife whose name was Fatma, his daughter (17) leyla was sitting on the couch together. I told John he was making me crazy with lust this afternoon in the office. I wanted nothing more then to fuck him all day long, on his couch and up against the wall of windows.John kissed my neck and said that my skirt I had on earlier drove him to a hard dick frenzy. The way it was snug on my hips and ass, made a lot of people turn to look at me. John then slid his hands down to my ass, running his fingers up and down my slit, then finding their way to my dampness. With him kissing me, I.