Enjoy yourself. Text updates…”This time Anita did not reply.I sat there looking at my phone wondering what my sensual wife was doing at this very ...moment. When she texted saying that Tom was trying to touch her up, I assumed that meant he had already touched her buttocks and boobs outside of her black dress…I could imagine that she was very wet, squirming beneath Tom's touch, responding to the messages her body was sending her…I was sure that bastard would be keen to explore my wife’s body. His. He still wasn't sure. "I...," he started to say.I pulled down his zip saying seductively, "Can your wife deep throat, George?" He shook his head. I continued, "Men tell me that it's their best experience ever to have their cock in my throat." He just stared at me. "George, we both want each other, why don't we dispense with these silly formalities? Please get undressed." He was in such a hurry he tried to pull his trousers off over his shoes.I may be a thief but I always deliver. It's one. ”“Baby? We’re on our honeymoon.”Beth stuck her head out the door, and said, “Grant. We need to get her back to the compound immediately. Can you get someone to fix a litter or a travois?”“Is Missy going to be alright?” asked a concerned Larry.“I’m going to do my best to make sure both she and the baby have a long life.” Noticing that two of their people were cutting down a couple of saplings, Beth continued, “It’s my suspicion that the time jump affected the fetus in some way.”“Larry, what do. I have never seen this look in his eyes. Its like i didn't even recognize him. We pulled up to are apartment and went inside. My heart beat frantically as he unlocked the door and slammed it as i went in. We went into the bedroom and i sat on the bed, he sat on the other side, we both sat there with our backs turned to each other. As he took his shoes off he says to me "so you a fag hoe now, fucking every nigga that try to holla" i said " fag hoe, bruh why do i have to be a faggot every time.