" Fuck! I don't give a flying fuck what you thought you were doing! I'm hurt! I don't think I can get up!" Then, incongruously, she started to laugh! ...er voice took on a false timbre: "I've fallen and I can't get up!" I had to smile and appreciate the humor of her joke."Well, I'm sorry. Do you want me to call 911?" I volunteered."Hell no! Just put your eyes back in their sockets and get your ass back in here and help me!" she sounded less angry. So I slid the curtain open and started to hand. As I opened the door I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex done by Anita. There was grunting from the guy, moaning from my wife and bodies slapping together. Knowing that he was still here and she was still being used like a dirty whore by him got me real horny. I wanted to watch the action. I started up the stairs undoing my shirt. As I got to the stairs I got a bit of a shock. There was a huge black guy coming out of the bathroom and stroking his cock back to hardness. He greeted me: "I. Or at least, that's what I call it! He likes to decide what we are doing and when we do it. I love that, because during the week when I'm making dinners and breakfasts and lunches and getting people ready, I feel like everything revolves around me. I have to do things and organise people, and I make meals and I clean and wash. I relish my responsibilities and I adore my children. But nurturing, feeding and providing entertainment for two children under four is no mean feat. Add to that a. Lodge noted.Little that he knew is exactly what Ronnie was looking for in her future boyfriend. She was in search of a stud. Somebody willing to fuck her brains out, for she had a lot of catching up to do with her other girlfriends. And she wanted to waste no time dawdling over it.Veronica returned to her bedroom and headed straight for her walk-in closet. As always, every school day, she had to decide what to wear. Being the snobbish rich girl of Riverdale High, she had her reputation to.