Again the wife wanted to down her drink before going to the dance floor. She now had 3 drinks in her. I can see she was very relaxed and enjoying hers...lf.She had a little excitement in her voice as she finished her drink and grabbing Len’s black hand to go to the dance floor. For some reason this time I don’t mind watching my wife dance with a black guy. Looked so funny to me the height difference besides the skin tone match by their age spread. Maybe funny was not the right word I was looking. Kat gasps in all the perfect sweet ways. Sirius moves quickly against her, his hips thrashing forward against hers. Lying on their sides on the bed limits the dog’s forceful actions, but Kat likes it. It makes her not feel so animal, like she is still human. It’s a compromise, but one she is now comfortable with. His prick dances inside of her, that fearsome knot pressed firmly against her clit. The dog’s strength is enough to make her head swim and her heart pound.The bedroom echoes with lewd. She would grind herself into the blanket with such a frenzy, in time to the jungle like rhythms of the music, that the blanket would be soaked with the juices of this barely adolescent young girl. These encounters went on for years, each time with the same ending. She would always grind herself against the blanket with such a frenzy that the blanket would end up quite wet. Always holding the blanket tight with her feet, always in time to the music. She wondered if anything could make her feel. They might make a little money on the house sale after the mortgage had been repaid, and some more from the sale of all the nearly-new furniture and other items, but as James had paid for most of it anyway, she wouldn’t be out of pocket.James Newcombe was already back in Stockholm: he had said that he trusted Rachel to arrange the sale of the house and contents, and then to use any money that they got to go towards the cost of the divorce. They agreed that she should divorce him, on the grounds.