I had almost forgotten just how good George could make me feel. And knowing that my husband was downstairs sitting in the bar while I had sex made it ...hat much more exciting. Our first round of sex lasted about 30 minutes. I was still in my garter belt and stockings so I took my purse into the bathroom, closed the door and turned the water on. I took a picture of myself in the mirror and sent it to Jeff. I wrote, this is what your wife looks like after a good fucking. Fuck, you’re hot! Was his. I worked as many hours as I could. I gave mom half the money I made and saved the rest to fix up dad’s old bike. I brought it over to Mr. Johnson’s garage and went over it completely. I rebuilt the motor and carb as well as put in new bearings. There wasn’t a part of it I didn’t touch. The day I finished, Jocelyn and I went out back to the track, strapped on our helmets and took off. Her 125cc was no match for my 250cc. I dropped it into fourth gear and flew. I was free again with dad beside. And the pool of the man's white hot semen pooling in his wife's belly, mingling with her own sexual secretions... With a piteous moan, Roger Carmel sunk his head to the desk, once more overcome by his lurid, treacherous vision, more vivid in his imagination than if he was actually there, seeing it all... and the horrible part, the thing that really made him feel sick, was that he wasn't sure he had reason to think such depravities. Oliss had emphasized last night and this morning over. I got two calls for service. The papers wouldn’t be ready for pickup until the afternoon, so it was more trying to avoid talking. Then out of the blue, Helen walked into the office. Yes, Helen the lady who cooked for Jennifer’s Party. ‘Well hello, Helen, what can we do for you,’ Ed asked. It was his office after all. ‘I need to see Maxine, if that’s okay, Mr. Martin.’ ‘Of course it is, Helen,’ I said, as I stood. ‘Would like to go somewhere a little quieter?’ ‘That would be good,’ Helen said,.