”‘A perfect gentleman’, my ass. A perfect gentleman wouldn’t have screwed the hell out of my beautiful wife, the mother of my children, on a f...rst date. A perfect gentleman wouldn’t have impaled a woman he knew to be married on as much of his huge cock as she could take. And then when she couldn’t take any more, used his big muscles to push with all his strength until she’d taken the last two fat inches of his cock. Putting them heaven knows where in her ruined little pussy.A perfect gentleman. I didn?t move or open my eyes ? I still hadn?t let out a breath ? but mylungs were burning. They were demanding it but I knew that I?d held thebreath too long. It was bound to be loud; bound to draw him back.He was still so close. I couldn?t risk it. But I couldn?t help myself!My mouth cracked open and the air rushed in. I tried with all my heartto limit the sound of it and it was only slight.I lay, frozen, waiting for him to pounce on me, but he didn?t. I allowedmyself a slow but uneven. ‘No I might want to stop somewhere on the way home,’ Peter said. ‘He had in mind upgrading his small tablet to a laptop computer. That would require a trip to the big box store. If he made the trip during his lunch hour, he could take it to the office unpack it then get it home on the bike. He could have done it all if he had imposed on Helen. That was something he did not intend to do. Even though he was sure she would be willing. The day worked just as he planned. By five o’clock he had a new. I got her full name, home address, parent’s phone numbers, names of her younger siblings, school grade, and the other details as I looked through her hair. Well, I had it seem that I was checking her scalp. The place in my head had removed her hair from where I was looking. The implant’s video saw what a camera would see.Do I have to do it thoroughly? Argg. Why did I start a foster care complex?Part of my instructions required that I feel her chest for the start of buds. That was no big deal..