Just not the best foot to put forward. She told me she was not interested, and I had to explain to the guy that she had "Gotten cold feet" and had "Ch...ickened out". He was disappointed, which I don't blame him for, my wife is very hot, and oozes sexuality....So she can be picky, and this guy did not bring his "A" game. So we went home to try another day.The last guy is the guy that we currently play with. He found us on craigslist, and pursued us. Not pressure, but pursue. Very polite, but very. They'd stretchout or the spaghetti straps would be ripped off or something like that. Mother gave me a hug and told me she was happy she had a son who was soconcerned about her panties stretching in the laundry or her delicatecami or bra straps being damaged by the hot dryer. She then volunteeredme to hand wash all the delicate materials in the home from now on. Wewouldn't want our fine lingerie being damaged by that big hot dryer, nowwould we, James?So that's how I started hand washing. At Five thirty, she took a shower in the hallway bath and then unwrapped the toothbrush from last night's shopping trip and brushed her teeth. She combed her wig, replaced it in the pouch and put on a red shoulder length wig, brushing it out as well.At six, she started bread dough, then made eggs and small ham slices. While cleaning the previous evening, she had found recent grounds in Stan's coffee maker, indicating that he liked coffee, so she made him a fresh pot.At six-thirty, there was a. You demanded that I stick my tongue all the way out. You were already so fucking wet. You rode my tongue as if it was a cock. My tongue was so deep inside of you. Your pussy literally wrapped over my mouth and nose. I could smell you, taste you and feel how puffy you were inside as you got more and more excited. You began to come. Then the first you moved from my face and rode my throbbing cock. The second you assumed the same position on my face. I could not move, simply experience. .