They got up extending hands saying they were opening the night club and had come by to introduce themselves. My wife was in the middle of looking at p...ictures as they talked. I couldn't help but notice that they were more interested in my wife than showing pictures. The one guy moved beside my wife to point out things in the photo's, his big bulge in his pants said otherwise. He told his friend to show her something in a picture. He positioned himself on the other side of her chair both had a. It was after almost another 10 minutes when Lovey suddenly shifted on her seat and fixed her sitting position. That sudden shift in her sitting position chased all the sleepiness away from me and brought me to my full senses. I was still lying on the couch, my eyes now more on Lovey than on the telly. She had reclined into the couch and rearranged her sitting position so that much of her front was in my view. Man! The white night dress had moved up to her thigh, lingering halfway between her. Her clitoris was swollen enoughso that every time she moved her finger in side of herself, her palmwould press into her clitoris. She pulled her finger out for a secondor two and flickered over her clitoris, sending her waves ofpre-orgasmic pleasure. Her orgasm was coming soon, she could feel thetension building inside of her. She moved her finger back into herpussy touched the soft, wet flesh of her G-spot. Michelle leaned upagainst the corner of the shower for support, and closed her. ”More voices could be heard from outside the room, then the sound of polite knocking. Angie went to the door and opened it.“Visitors for Mr Randell,” said the FBI agent.“Please let them in,” said Dr Maltby.The FBI agent nodded, and gestured for the visitors to enter. Dr Maltby’s words must have been taken to heart by the agents.First in was Terri, then my dad. I was pleased to see them but I was confused. I’d worked out that the other person in my White Place was Jo and I could feel she was.