I’d warned Riley about not being seen or recognized at BKL. Keane got a good look at her in the office, and I didn’t think he’d hesitate to call... in reinforcements if he spotted her in his territory. With Keane’s current edginess around the idea of police, I had the image of the hulking Oksamma in the back of my mind.I sat in the back of the courtroom and waited for Riley’s message as the hearing opened. It wasn’t long before a flash on my screen indicated I had an incoming message from her. She. " Craig said.Both sensed the other's subdued excitement. Secretly thrilled and excited each knew this was another opportunity for them to get together—This time without the girls.Wednesday morning... "Welcome home... ," Craig said, as he opened the door. Picking up one of the laundry bags he said."Why don't we take these down to the basement. We can put them right into the washer."Arriving in the basement a few moments later, Julie got busy loading the washer."Here, let me help you," Craig. Even if I had wanted to I couldn't have cum again, as my own cock hung semi erect between my open legs, my trousers around my ankles and my balls somewhere up inside my stomach. I looked at my watch it was almost two am. Bob and Nancy had been at this fuck session for over two hours, and neither showed sign of stopping. I decided to return to bed and await my slut of a wife's return. I had assumed she would be back within a half hour, instead I had to lie and listen to their fucking for another. I closed my eyes and pictured that it was Brianna’s hands, not mine, skimming my panties off of me. My fingers worked myself over slowly, exploring everywhere. It must have taken me a good forty-five minutes of enjoying myself before I finally found sweet release.In my mind, Brianna was eagerly licking up what was now rapidly pouring out of me. I found myself panting and sweating at that mental image.Then I fell asleep again.I awoke with a puddle getting cold on the bed sheet, between my widely.