“See you tomorrow. I love you,” Miranda said, kissing his cheek and leaving. More guilt washed over him.“I’ll be hanging out with a friend tom...rrow night. I’ll be home late. Leftovers are in the fridge,” She called out over her shoulder. Curt assumed she was referring to the black guy she was sleeping with. He nodded and glanced at the book she was carrying, the pen in her other hand.In his bed, stroking his cock a little later, Curt made a poor decision. “Yeah that’s right. You’ll be out. The sun is shining in rays through the blinds and I can tell from the songs the birds are singing outside, that it is going to be a gorgeous day. His hand lightly brushes my hair back and I look up to smile at him. His bedroom look is ridiculously appetizing, despite how tired I should be from the night before. “Good morning, handsome.” He kisses me on the forehead in response and continues to run his fingers through my hair. “What’s on the agenda today?” He asks, relaxed with me in his arms.. Her pussy milked on my cock and soaked it with juices. I tightened my grip on her jiggling tits and fucked her pussy harder. She grunted repeatedly as her orgasm neared. Soon, her tightly stuffed pussy, milked desperately on my thick shaft as her body shook involuntarily. She panted breathlessly and her gushing juices bathed my cock copiously. I continued fucking into her pussy until she relaxed.I sawed my cock slowly in and out of her pussy a few more times then pulled it out. I moved my. - A new statue? I don't remember that....Catherine had to show the object to Maubert, who pouted.- It must have been Monique who put that... thing there. Wait, I'll check the card.The man went to the back shop and came back a few seconds later, with a piece of card in his hand. Catherine was always surprised by the archaism of the antique dealer by not having a digital filing system, but this contributed to the charm of the shop, she thought.- Let's see, he said, putting on glasses. I must.