Drake Sullivan found himself awake in his bedroom, the morning sun's rays shone through his night curtains as he slowly rose from his bed. Drake chuckled to himself as he dragged his feet to the bathroom, letting the warm water rinse his body. Usually, he would be in a rush to get to the university, as a professor, he always had to arrive earlier than the students he was teaching after all.

But after retirement not long ago, Drake was blessed with more free time than any man knew what to do with. Eventually, the free time led to boredom which Drake, a man in his mid-forties could simply not stand.

To counter this, he came up with a brilliant way to kill time by combining two things he absolutely loved, the English language and housewife milfs equally bored waiting for their husbands to get home. As Drake wrapped himself in a bath towel, his front doorbell rang with a musical chime.

"Speak of the devil" He said to himself, knowing full well who was waiting anxiously in front of his suburban house.

"Coming" Drake yelled as he moved to the living room, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel with his cock throbbing hard. Twisting the knob, Drake opened the front door revealing...