..... what a beauty she is. Luckily the gurka came when I was in bathroom. 12.15pm. so whn I came out from bathroom, she has removed the nighty and sh...e was in half hand white shirt and a long frock.She was just like an angel..... We hugged and had a deep mouth kiss like mad dog and my heart beat was very fast. First time hugging somebody else wife.......heavenly feeling... I have to hurry for want of time. I lifted her arms and smelled her arm pit which I love to do always....then immediately. We both wondered aloud how long Helen was going to leave us on our own, immobilized.When Helen woke us the next morning, she reminded both Cathy and me that this was the day of the poker round - as if such a reminder were necessary!Once more I saw the shape of Helen's breasts under her T-shirt. Once more I spotted the exact points where her nipples rubbed against the textile. Once more I saw a clear image of her hairless pussy in front of my eyes. And once more I asked myself whether the days. ’ ‘But only if she’s Roman Catholic,’ Mamma Banach added. ‘Or a nice Jewish girl,’ said the Professor who was himself Jewish. ‘I don’t think it’s any of you guys’ business who I choose,’ Hudson said. ‘Hudson, that was very rude,’ his mother reprimanded him. ‘Well, that’s my news,’ Hudson said, as if to say he considered the conversation finished. But it was far from over. The rest of the evening was a continuous flow of conversation. Everyone got to open their mouth. ‘How’s Miami, Mr. Vitto?’. Of course she could never really tell her daughter what she did for a living, well at least not all the details. Trish knew that she was a chief negotiator for the company she worked for. She was the one they would bring in when it looked like a little something extra was needed to get an agreement for their clients. She could never tell Trish that the little something extra was her mother’s pussy, mouth or ass anything needed to get the deal done.She had been doing this job now for so long.