Jeremy was sitting on a love seat beside my wife and me on the couch. I knew I needed to stop drinking so I could get us home, but my wife continued. ...The conversation turned to gym routines with my wife talking about her daily boot camp routines. Jeremy was very complimentary remarking about how what my wife was doing was obviously working. He commented on her firm tight ass in her leggings which made my wife blush but enticed her. When she returned from using the bathroom, Jeremy had poured. Eric helped Kitka off his cock. She was surprised to see that she hadn't actually made that much of a mess of his pants - just a very mild dampness, and a few spots of his own cum, which he teasingly used the hem of her dress to mop up. She moved to sit next to him, her knees pressed together, trying to keep his cum inside her.As the train started up again, Eric stroked her hair. "It's midnight," he said. "You kept your promise. Did you have fun?"She blushed. "Oh, yes." Any regrets?" Not. We got to the door to our room, and Karen whispered in my air "I love you baby". I love you to I replied, smiled and gave a tender kiss on the lips. It always gave me a warm glow in my tummy when she told me she loved me. She saw Her Birthday Card, and the presents underneath it. She opened the card, and then hopped onto my lap, pressing her mouth to mine, before she allowed her tongue to penetrate my mouth and duelled with my tongue. She opened the gifts one was a box of chocolates, the next. He pulled up his knees and started to get back to his feet. He was unsteady, like a punch-drunk boxer in the tenth round.Fifi held her tail in her arms like a rifle again. DaBigBoom liked that even less. The bulbous end swelled up as if inhaling a deep breath and then puffed out a thick cloud of sparkling pink dust and shimmering red hearts. DaBigBoom was enveloped. He breathed in and inhaled a powerful, sultry perfume that smelt like something an expensive escort would wear when entertaining.