But who cares? It would be Saturday anyway. No need to go to the office. No need to face the pitying glances of his colleagues. His hand reached out f...or the bottle. The sharp sound of the door bell interrupted his move. His glance fell at the big kitchen watch that was hanging on the wall. It was almost eleven pm. Fuck off! He didn?t expect anybody at this time. Actually, he didn?t expect anybody at all ringing at his door. He wanted to be alone, alone in his misery, undisturbed by the outside. Meadow wasn’t entirely healed yet, and in any case she wasn’t used to riding.When we finally arrived in the capital, we were both worn out. My house servants were extremely surprised to see that I had brought home a wife and such a young and pretty one too. It was good to be home, to sleep in my own bed. Luckily, it was a large bed and accommodated the two of us easily.After resting for a day, I took Meadow shopping. She would need a wardrobe. She needed something especially nice to appear in. She stroked her sopping pussy up Little Bob, leaving a trail of lubricating pussy juice behind. She stroked several more times and stopped with the head right on her entrance.Without breaking eye contact, she reached around behind her, grabbed Little Bob and got the head locked into the opening of her glory hole.She wiggled up and down my hips a little bit to ensure it was firmly in position. We stopped moving and just looked at each other.We were so firmly snuggled together we could plainly. So, feeling brave and betrayed at that moment, I walked up to him and asked him if he wanted to dance with me. He said “of course cutie, I’d love to dance with u.” At first we were dancing far apart but then a slow song came on, and he pulled me closer to him. Throughout this whole thing I could see Chris watching out of the corner of my eye. I loved the feeling that I was hurting him at that moment. But my dance partner sensed that things weren’t going too good, so he leaned over and asked.