I felt him climb onto the bed behind me. Then grabbed my ankles to spread them a bit so he could get close behind me. My face was in my wife’s pillo...w and I will never forget smelling her. It was very visual. I could see her beautiful face with my eyes closed. The smell of her blended with the taste of him and so many thoughts and memories flooded my mind. It was one of the most powerful moments of my life. Suddenly I felt the cold lube drip onto the crack of my ass. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t. Mark insisted on that for my safety. I sent it to an e-mail account of his. Kind of morbid, but at least they could find the guy if something happened to me. I hurried home and got everything ready for Mike's 6:30 arrival. Lit the candles, put on the new age music, fixed my hair for the fifteenth time, and waited. And waited. At 7:30 I blew out the candles and ate a Stouffer's dinner. Asshole! I was so mad, because another guy texted after him for a 7 o'clock slot but I had to decline. Them's. She masturbate outside her window that first night, after that some nights she would do it in her bed, other nights in the swing, Daddy made for her in a tree in the backyard. On nights she felt particularly naughty she put clips on her nipples stand in the very back of the yard where a street light would just barely light her up, blindfold herself. Then as she called herself names and told herself how bad a girl she was, she would whip her clit with a thin branch, until she’d orgasm, moister. "I want to go home.Please. Just take me home."Joanne sat beside him and whispered as well. "It?ll be ok, baby. I?msure that it will." No. I want to go. Please. Just call Oscar. I can?t face them, now. Ineed to leave." Well..." Joanne was uncertain as to what to do at this point. If theyleft, not only could it be the end of Bebe?s participation in thismovie, it may be the end of her entire career. "If that?s what youwant... I guess we could leave, but, Bebe... you know that there couldbe legal.