It was as though she was moving, talking, and generally behaving differently all of a sudden. There were soft little grunts when she lifted something,...almost like it was too much for her. She would just kind of slowly come to a stop when talking. She acted like every action she took, required her to think about it twice or even three times. She was slower in answering questions.She said, “I’m thinking about moving into an apartment.”Benny looked at her for a second. Then the expression on his. When she came in a few minutes later and asked me what that was all about this Firday. I am a pretty good lier but Jennifer could see right through me most always. So I told her the truth. About my wife and I having problems at home in the love making department and she didn't mind my getting a call girl once in a while and have been doing this for about a year now.Not really being shocked by this Jennifer looked at me right in the eyes and said you BASTARD YOU, and then kinda chuckled. I. This surprising piece of knowledge came to her quite by accident when she discovered my hidden stash of erotica in the closet of my writing office. The box she pulled down from the back shelve by mistake—or maybe out of curiosity—was filled with over thirty glossy magazines, all of which centered on the theme of female domination. More than two-thirds of the magazines had a short story written by me in them with my actual name plastered across the front cover. I think that was the true tip-off. I opened my legs and added "now you can lick my balls as well". She squatted over me, I lifted her skirt and pulled her skimpy pink knickers to the side to reveal a gorgeous pussy that already looked damp. My middle finger confirmed this as I pushed it inside her and she let out a muffled gasp, before I turned my hand 90 degrees and gave her a nice hard finger fucking. She was wet and ready for my dick in there but I was enjoying fingering her so I carried on. She was down the other end now.