" Mine too," Kat said."I'm sorry."Wolf let out a breath. "We've had years to mourn, Gretchen."She could see his tear. "It's still a fresh wound. You w...ere there. How old are you? You would have to have been an infant. How could you remember?" I remember it like it was yesterday, Gretchen."Gretchen studied this man, this force of nature that had spun into her life and literally swept her away. He had an ageless face, but thirty perhaps? Thirty-five? No older.As if reading her baffled mind, he. Subtle movement in the periphery catches my attention and snaps me back to the present. No more visions of slow dancing pressed close together in a darkened room burning with the amber glow of vanilla scented candles. No more watching the flames dance, flicker and reflect off the gold chargers holding those squat, fat, ivory colored candles. The staccato sounds of rain hitting the vintage twelve pane windows on the Inn as my lover and I dance along in oblivion stops abruptly, even though the. I have to admit it was a nice show and a turn on listening to all these guys talking about how hot and sex she looked. To say the least our lunch over ran what it should have. My wife finally paid her tab and then stood up as she turned to walk off she stopped and bent over to pick up her purse. As she bent over the back of her dress raised up exposing her bare ass and her hairy pussy from behind. DAMN she looked good like that. She walked off and we finally got back to our meeting.In my. .who the fuck is Denise? She's texting you. She's asking for the pictures."I answered "That's my wife. Let me see that."He said "FUCK no! You keep sucking. I'll answer her!" With that he grabbed the back of my head again and started face-fucking me again, harder and faster this time. I was loving it more and more now."Hey Pussy Boy, She knows what you're up too? Just keep sucking. I'll handle this." FUCK Dude! She said you had better show her some cocksucking pics or don't come home. This is.