You need to get off? Well, so do I. If you want to keep me and the k**s you won’t call or contact me until you get home. Consider this payback, f...ucker.”With that, Jill turned toward and walked to the bed. The guy was already hard and laying on his back. My wife crawled on the bed on all fours, her pussy and ass facing the camera but still allowing my to see her mouth devour his pole. Her slurping sounds were only rivalled by her moaning as she played with her pussy as she continued to. I assured her that I would not say anything to anyone about this and told her that I didn't have experience in situations like this but that I was a good listener that all she had to do was to call me. She hugged me again and gave me a little kiss on the cheek that left a little smudge of her lightly colored lipstick and she reached up and rubbed it in with her thumb and said thank you that she might have to do that because she didn't have many friends to turn to. She forced a smile and said. “Anne invited me to have a drink. We went to the theater.” She explained that she was a publicist at a hospital in the city and Anne was her boss. “My god, Mike. It’s so good to see you. How long has it been?” “Eleven years, six months, two weeks, two days, and—what time is it?” I said, checking my wristwatch for effect, “and twelve hours and about ten minutes, give or take.” She stared at me for a moment and then laughed, a throaty laugh in a voice age had made deeper, lower. It reminded me. “Hey honey,” As he tried to greet her with a kiss, he asked, “You hungry yet?” Sarah answered his kiss by gently pressing her lips against his, while stroking his stubble with her right hand. “You bet I am,” She smiled “Let me get changed.” His wife was two years older than him, but she still looked really well for woman who had just become 40. Emma clearly inherited the good looks of her mother. Both had straight raven black hair almost reaching their shoulders, a cute tip-tilted nose and a.