Well, if she did I had one to play on her. I wouldn't hesitate to drive away and leave her standing at the motel. What could she do, ruin me? That was... going to happen anyway when I submitted my letter of resignation and confessed to Martha.She surprised me when we got to the motel, "Just take off your trousers baby, today is all about you."She gave me one of her world class blow jobs and swallowed everything my cock spit out and then she asked me if I would like her to make me hard and do it. The warm breeze in her hair as she hiked through the woods or rode her steed through the mountains, God, how she missed that. Turning from the windows, her gossamer gown swirling around her legs, she walked towards her ladies, sinking down into a chair and picking up her embroidery. She use to hate embroidery, nothing more distasteful in her life then picking at threads and sewing so carefully. It seemed a waste of a perfectly good day when she could be outside, but now it kept her sane and. “Sometimes but not often”, replied Julie“My Rupert never does…which is a pity…I am kept wondering where he is”, said Becca“And you are also deprived of ….of something interesting ….to witness”, finally blurted Julie who still had a little trouble with her English“You mean I don’t get to see him get fucked ?”, laughed Becca“Yes that is what I meant. I like to watch my Henri fucking another man. Does your husband position himself on his hands and knees or on his back ?”, added Julie“Oh yes…my. Growing up in a church family doesn’t create clean-minded, moral people, it creates sexually frustrated people. Ted navigated to the folder that was buried deep in the bowels of his PC that was innocently labeled, ‘Study Notes’. He opened it and began browsing the files stored there. Not a huge collection, but enough to satisfy him when he felt the urge to fantasize. Less than a hundred images and videos, but all what he considered to be ‘the best of the best’, he clicked from one file to the.