Em was now considerably aroused. She ordered another half carafe of Medoc and coffee and considered her situation. It was eight o’clock. Check out ...was noon tomorrow. She was due at Charles de Gaulle airport at two pm for her flight to Amsterdam and onwards to the other side of the world. She was packed, more or less. It would take no time in the morning to complete those formalities. So she could afford to wake at nine am and order breakfast a la carte in her little courtyard suite and still. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went to visit them in the summer; my wife died while she was gone. My parents already explained how "Mommy drank too much apple juice one. She was to keep all his furnitureand decorations, while he was to keep hers. The only things they wouldbe taking from their own residences were their photographs, clothes,shoes, jewelry and other apparel.Tim hesitated as he took hold of the pen. He had never seen Cara'sapartment. He wondered where all the stuff he was taking from hisspacious home would fit. Cara leaned over him and said, "I wonder howyou'll take to living this role 24/7."Tim looked at her and smiled as he signed the paper. Tim. "Fuck...I can't last...much...longer." Brad was moving his cock back and forth in my mouth as he spoke.(God, he's going to cum) his balls tensed in my hand and he let out a loud moan as he stopped fucking my mouth and held my head right on his dickhead. He pumped so much juice into my mouth that it just flowed back out and over his dick and down onto his balls; immediately followed by even more cum being pumped out (I can't eat it all). There was so much cum I was having trouble swallowing it.