“Well, I have a little bit of money sure but I'm not rich.” I guided her to my kitchen. I throw my wallet and mail on the table. “Well, I'm goin...g to start cooking now. Do you need to use the bathroom or anything.” She said yes, so I told her where it was. “James, do you mind if I use your shower?” She asked rather shyly. “Go ahead, take your time. I'll be done by then.” She left and I soon started cooking. While I prepared everything, I started thinking about how good Bunny looked. She's like. ”It was true, Sarah had on occasion done some modelling shoots, but she doubted that one found on Craigslist would have much in common with the times spent with a professional photographer. For a start, she just knew it would probably take place in some sleazy hotel room or in some newly divorcee’s messy apartment. Nonetheless, modelling was something she could do. And at 22 years of age she still managed to easily maintain her swimsuit body, a pretty face, beautiful brown hair and smouldering. Finally I watched as he started to pussy his tongue into my wife as far as he could, his nose rubbing up against her enflamed clit that was protruding out now. My wife let out a long satisfied moan as his tongue delved into the depths of her pussy, “Oh god yes baby that feels so good, make me cum.” Darren started moving his tongue in and out of my wife’s pussy as he rubbed his nose up against her clit hard. I looked up at my wife, whose breathing was getting heavier with her. If we each paid attention to the other’s needs, we could perhaps make it work for both of us this time in an even-handed way that had been completely absent from my self-centred affair.So our new marriage contract had begun.The Geneva Convention, as we jokingly referred to it, involved Pete and me spending a few months as a conventional couple, trying to re-establish some of the trust my affair had destroyed. This was not going to be easy but we both understood it was essential before the two.