She sounded like an insane genius setting a trap for the hero. For some reason, that enticed me. I knew she was planning something, and I knew it was ...directed towards me, but I still had no idea what was going on. That seems to happen a lot. She was a little late, but I didn’t mind. I showered, cleaned up the house a little, out on some moderately nice clothes (I always try to look nice for her,) and sat reading a magazine. At around 12:20, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and almost forgot. I don’t know her measurements (except her bra size as we’ve talked about that), but I’d imagine her complete measurements to be 32D-26-30. Last time I talked to her about it, she said she was 103 pounds, and I can’t imagine that has changed much. From the bottom up, she has tiny feet, well-defined legs, beautiful hips, a flat stomach, an obviously sizable bosom, and round shoulders. Her face is gorgeous with a natural light red hue to her lips, a cute little nose, beautiful brown eyes,. Next you’ll be calling me grasshopper or little master. The ying split from the yang? Really, mate. The balance has been upset. Like when Jess was there. Don’t mention my wife. But I have to. Was it fair on her? I said I don’t want to talk about it. Typical. It’s too hard so you’d rather blow something up or beat someone up. Hansen shook his head. Just don’t fucking mention my wife! Hansen stood looking at the closed door Laura had left through and then he took a deep breath and looked at the. The guy filming us set the camera up on a tripod and pointed it at us on the bed and came walking over and layed on the bed next to me and he untied my hands and ordered my to get up and to sit on his cock facing away from him and to then slowly lean forwards towards his feet where the first guys cock was waiting to force it's way into my mouth again.As the head of his cock touched my lips I slowly opened them to let it ease all the way in and as I went to pull away from it to let it slide it.