My wife Lynn, the high and mighty Mistress Lynn of my house, was a controlling bitch who showed her true colors three months after we got married and ...ince then, in the ensuing three years, my life has gone from bad to worse. Jack has just made my life much easier.Lynn looked up and said, "What?" I'm going to buy Jack a condo and perhaps even an expensive car. He is the best friend that I can hope to have." I said as I flopped on the single seat beside her."Why, what happened?" She asked"Okay,. I placed my hands on her shoulders, physically pushed her back in the door, heeled it shut behind me, she glanced over my shoulder as if debating making a run for it. My hands gripped the folds of her robe at the shoulders, pushed it down to her waist and wrists, imprisoning her arms, fascinated I stroked the nipples, traced the brown circles that took up so much of the firm breasts, she breathed shudderingly and her nipples reacted, firming up, the brown area crinkled and became more. "Just last month." You'll find a man, a man to marry, when this is over, maybe before."She sighed. "Should I tell him, 'bout being raped?" Not less'n he asked," I said, posing as an expert when my pool of ignorance was bottomless. I got back to what I did know and pretty soon we were tiring each other so we could sleep and not worry about anything.In the faint light of morning, I looked at the girl sleeping beside me. "Seventeen, " I thought. "She did not need me prodding her insides." It took. He sat down on the sofa and pulled her back into his lap so that she was straddling him. He guided her over his waiting cock, slowly lowering her until he bottomed out in her tight pussy, and she groaned in ecstasy. Wrapping one arm around her waist and using his free hand to lift one needy breast to his mouth, he said one word before sucking her nipple into his mouth and swatting her ass, “Ride.” Des smiled against Kat’s breast as she began to writhe and grind on his cock, pressing herself.