Ana then led the way out to the parking lot, swaying her nice round hips as a bitch in heat.Once in our car, Ana got inside the back seat, with her fr...iend.During the drive home, I could not really what they were doing, because Ana was very quiet; except for some loud intermittent slurping noises…The lucky nigger just grunted and exhaled loudly; so I knew he had shot some cum into my sensual wife’s wet mouth…Once at home, I poured a drink for Phil and Ana made him sit down at the couch. She sat. I had various girls over for some good fucking, had some good parties with my buddies, that is until the cops showed up one night. The cops decided it best to contact my grandma instead of taking me in. I was pretty drunk still when she showed up. I could hear the cops telling her that they were going to take me to jail because i was a underage and drunk but since they knew about my mom they felt some pitty for me.I could see the disappointment in my grandma’s face as she walked toward. You want time with Alan. This way, you won’t have to keep looking over your shoulder… and I trust you.”I almost cried at that last, after I’d deceived him about Alan? I started to respond, no idea what to even say, when he held up his hand. “No, I know what you’re going to say. And what happened last night was my fault more than yours. I’m the one who insisted on the dress. You were going to wear something simple… but I’m the one… who wanted to see you with him. Why do you think I invited him. She stepped into his arms and gave him a friendly hug. She pulled back after a second, wanting to get a feel for him. Would she feel the same way about him in person that she felt at her computer?“Your boy looked good yesterday,” Rick said. “Yeah, well, yours sucks,” she replied with a laugh. At least Tony Stewart hadn’t won at Pocono.They went and picked up their luggage. Rick had his hand at the small of her back.His touch was electric.They caught a cab over to the hotel. Vegas is hot. And in.