Then she says I’m a bit surprised, Father, you know. I thought all you’d want to do was talk about ... Jesus Christ! Get it?”I chuckled at my ow...n joke. Tom, Jack, Gabby and Susan all laughed too. Annie looked confused.“I don’t get it.”“Think about it,” I said. I wiggled my little finger and then drew my hands apart like a fisherman boasting about the one that got away.“Oh,” Annie said. She went bright red, which made the rest of us laugh even harder. “So,” she said, “is it meant to mean that. And then he didn’t fuck me at night. Besides, he doesn't care who else... nevermind. I am owed sex tonight. By someone.”“I like that you are candid about your demands from the universe.”“Maybe I’m spoilt, what do you think?”I am not sure why I said what I did next, but it seemed to catch her off guard.“Something tells me, that’s not quite true.”A little flutter in the fabric of her persona which she had so effortlessly and naturally mastered, as she turned and looked up at me with a glimmer in. He put both his hands on my head urging me for more. I leaned down a little, raising my head, to improve my angle. I pushed forward forcing him into my throat. He let out a groan. Then he pulled out. “Is this a bonus or the grand finale?” “What do you want it to be?” He answered, “Do you have a condom, sister?” I stood up, walked to the car, and grabbed my clutch, bringing it back to the table. I took out a condom and ripped off the wrapper with my teeth. I rolled it on to his dick. I stood. She was trying to hide her identity but with the search parameters and if you take photos in our own bed room I'm going to recognise it, if it was a hotel room I would have missed her initial photo, they had been posted the week before. She was dressed in a very sexy, tarty way with suspenders, stocking and high heels and had obviously been drinking. My wife is in her early 40's, good looking with a lovely curvy figure and nice big tits. I can never get her interested in sexy clothes or sex.