I thought that you might not want to talk to me so I decided to call when I knew you wouldn't be home and just leave this message. I want to come over... tonight to pick up my things and I was hoping we could talk. If you don't want to talk to me, I'll understand. I'll be there around eight o'clock so you don't have to be there if you don't want to, I'll leave the key on the kitchen table when I leave."Kate's message left me very agitated. I didn't know if I was ready to see her, let alone talk to. I walked over to him, gave him a glass of wine, and kissed him deeply, fondling him through his suit. I told him to go get changed and then to give me a hand in the kitchen. He came back out in a nice pair of black pants that highlighted his ass and a blue shirt I had bought for him. I walked up to him and unbuttoned another button of his and put him to work. We talked about our days as we cooked. Then Ken arrived, just a little bit past the agreed-on time. I'd changed into a polo shirt and. She reached both hands up to the right side of the square shouldered burka, released a couple of concealed buttons, then whipped the garment over her head. My breath caught in my throat, as I took in the sight of her kneeling there nude, arms at her side, eyes downcast, and cheeks rosy with embarrassment."Husniyah (beautiful)," I whispered.I said that reverently, and I meant it whole-heartedly. Her body was magnificent, all soft flawless skin and gentle curves. She blushed at my unabashed stare. I reached behind me occasionally to rub her breasts and decided I really wanted to have a good one on one session with her soon. First things first; one of my guys was rolling on a condom and got onto his knees. He positioned me on my knees in front of him so I could still suck the other guy and then buried his cock into my cunt. There is nothing better than the feeling of that first cock spreading you open and tingling all your nerves. From this position I could look sideways to the woman who.