I stare; I can’t take my eyes off that deli-cious cunt, for covering it is my come, not the white, milky substance I’m accustomed to seeing, but t...hick, golden fluid. It looks almost like honey!Lying there, my wife is a picture of beauty. Her face and chest are flushed with passion.“Oh,” she says, “I never felt that way before; you’ve never come like that before. So warm and wet and soft, I can’t move it feels so good.”Later that night she wakes me, wants me. “Just lie there,” she whispers, “I. Slowly, he was going down on me and I was getting goosebumps. He started rubbing my cunt and slowly inserted his finger deep inside my vagina and was fingering me. I started making loud moans just to make him feel stronger and confident that he was doing it right.He slowly buried his face between my legs and trust me, he was licking my pussy much better than my husband. He was gentle and I was twerking my ass in pleasure. I was about to cum. So I got him up to relax for a bit and indulged again. "Let's go grab some food." Cock tease." He grinned.We headed out into the world. The news of the day split between the Kaiba murder and some Senator who got caught taking private notes with underage pens. We got some grub and picked up a couple Asian newspapers to get the real story.Not murder, they were saying in Tokyo. But not suicide either. Kaiba launched himself out a window with the honor of a Samurai Lord. The free press was calling for a full investigation into what the old guy was. I knew that it could be a problem, but I decided, "What the hell, I can't face any more laundry days!"Saturday had come, and I had taken all of the routine I could stand for the week, so I decided to spend the day and evening relaxing in the saloons of Willow Run. I dressed as Jake and reached the first saloon about mid-morning. I spent most of my time at the poker table with my friends in a penny-ante game; I began to wonder if I had become addicted to poker. By noon, I was the big loser and.