She called me on her way home I can till she was felling pretty good I ask her if she was driven and she told me no some one is taken her home as we t...alked she was tilling me what she would do to me if I was home so I asked her if she is touching her self ad she said yes. She told me she is wet so I asked here who was driven and she said Kim was I asked if Kim was wet also she asked and Kim said yes They finally made it home and Kim took the phone and said she call me back later on she called. When she got up and said she had to go to the restroom, Jonah told her in a rather stern voice, “It don't come out.”“I know,” she answered. I was wondering if she was kind of anxious to see what it was going to feel like.Her nervousness didn’t dissipate in the least, though. If anything, as the time went on, she realized she was getting closer and her fidgeting was getting worse. Seeing my wife like that was a major turn-on for me. My cock had been hard much of the afternoon. Watching her walk. Well, that was it. The room spun dizzily, spots appeared before me, and I lost what little strength I had had. The last thing I saw before passing out, yet again, was the face of my rescuer as she spun surprised at the noise. I can still remember the round pretty face, the wide surprised eyes, and the look of concern she gave me before I was again gone.Don't recall how long it was before I sensed another sensation, but I felt a warm wet rough cloth scrubbing by naked torso. I could feel a cool. It was just a few minutes after 8 in the morning on a Monday in early August. There was so much work to do. Her big exhibition was just six short weeks away, and she has to finish at least ten canvasses. Fifteen would be better!And she made tea and put some Beethoven on the CD-player. She changed into her favourite painters coat, the one she had had for years.It was summer-time and there was a heatwave. Even this early it was very hot everywhere and since she didn´t really expect to be.