“Naomi and I don’t do anything but sleep in bed anymore.” My husband said. “If you crawled into bed beside her instead of me, she would just g...o on pretending she is sound asleep.”I was shocked and hurt by my husband’s comment. He hasn’t tried to wake me for sex lately so the fault of our cooling ardor is more his than mine. I never pretend to be asleep, but I did pretend not to have overheard them. When my show was over, I went to bed alone. It was sometime later when I heard the bedroom door. He wasn't sure if her wealth affected her tastes in life or if her tastes would be compatible with Ed's. Only time would tell if that would be a problem.The next morning right at eight his phone rang. He answered his phone by saying, "Good morning Donna, how are you." Do you have caller ID?" No but it seemed to me that you are an on time person."He could her giggling and she said, "You are right, it's a fault of mine. The tee time is at ten. Do you know how to find the course?"Ed said he did. She was seventeen when Nate got popped for possession and assault. He went down hard and fast for it, getting a fifteen year sentence. Not knowing what else to do, and her only offers of assistance being tied to working a street corner, Maggie had come up with a plan. First, she’d located a man through one of Nate’s old contacts. His specialty was creating new identities, which was something Maggie felt she needed very badly. He told her, over the telephone from Boston, that he could provide. I stood her up, bent her over the bed and began to worship her Ass. I caressed each cheek in the palms of my hands as i began to feel her entire body. I ran my hands all the way down each leg, wrapped them around her inner thigh, stroked the outside of her panties, felt her tits, hips, waist, everywhere. I needed to eat her ass now. I then removed her G-String which gave me access to her Sweet Asshole. I spread her Ass apart and from above spat down above her Crack. The spit slowly dripped down.