Cal’s hopeful attitude was fresh and cool. He glanced around at the expansive parking lot. In place of the weeds growing through the pavement he pic...tured employees’ cars. At nine in the morning, work would already be well under way.He wasn’t certain if his imaginings were of yesterday’s cars, whose owners assembled portable typewriters, or those that he hoped would be there in the not-too-distant future. He was old enough to remember when the old factory employed most of his schoolmates’. Not so much the words themselves, but the unusually high pitchedvoice he said them in. He must have been practicing. After a while, though,I find myself occupied with the idea of us four, dressed as we are, sittingin our usual bar. I have to stiffen a giggle."We have no money, anyway," I say.Andrew shrugs and arranges his red coral necklace."What do you thing we're getting him, anyway?" John asks."I don't know, but it's sure taking him a long time to find it," Andrewreplies.Just at that time,. I thanked that black guy for fucking my sweet wife and we made our way back to the bar area to have another glass of red wine as Ana rested her sore used sweet pussy.Later another black stud approached us and chatted with my sexy wife.Ana then whispered in my ear that she was ready for her next round fucking of the night. This time, the new guy led her to the third floor. By the time I got there after finishing my glass of wine, the door was locked. Once again, I stood outside as my beloved. I met her in the lobby at the Sports Club LA and we went upstairs to the indoor climbing wall. We took off our jackets – she was wearing a white top that covered her front and tied around behind her neck. I stared at her sculpted body long enough for her to notice, as the top showed off her shapely breasts. She simply smiled and turned away. After the climb, my hands were cramping so much I couldn’t even grasp the door properly. Berlinda and I left together and I walked to her street and we.