Mr. Chalmers told me he knew a good place to buy what I want to get for them. He said we can stop off on our way." I stood up and excused myself to go... to the library. I found the envelope on the table next to the chair I usually sat in when I watched television. My first name was written on the front of it. I opened it up, and there were four fifty dollar bills inside. I took the envelope back to the dining room. "This is too much money. I only want to get a few things for the playground.". Carly happily accepts with a few giggles. Tasting her own juices upon Sam lips. “Now I wanna taste your juices.” Carly whispers.During this moment, Carly starts to stroke Sam’s pussy once again with her foot. Drawing through her slit with her big toe. Sam drops back, bending down at the knees hovering over Carly’s feet. As Carly’s begins to tickle Sam’s silky pussy. Sam takes off Carly’s other sock and begins to take in the pleasant smell she so desperately likes. “You like that smell of my. She nodded her head vehemently. ‘Okay, Mark,’ she said unsteadily, ‘I’ll do it.’ The anguish on her face was plain to see. ‘That’s good, honey,’ I said, not minding the small endearment this time. ‘Will you come with me?’ she asked, almost pathetically. She held her breath and held her body stiffly while she waited for my answer. I didn’t hesitate. ‘Of course,’ I said, smiling gently. ‘Where else would I be?’ I asked her. She smiled and caught my hand up in hers. We walked hand in hand back to. I didn't want to miss the show but I was desperate to use the loo. Better to go now and miss the foreplay than wait and miss the hard action later I decided. As I stood at the urinal I heard the door open behind me, and the guy from the table to our right came and stood beside me."Hi," he said."Alright mate? I replied, are you and your wife enjoying the show?" My wife?" The woman you are with, is she not your wife?" Oh no, she works here, he said in a Dutch accent, I use her sometimes."I.