I was fifty-seven; a chooser I was never gonna be. Even Anna was fifty. Was she just settling for me? I figured she was.And, the biggee, was she still...going to be on speaking terms with my enemy? And would that be making a difference if she was. Did I have the balls to dare tell her who she could be friends with? Yeah, she was upset about what she heard, but not near as upset as I was—read insane with rage! No, no, not nearly as upset as I was!Well, I had a little advice I was going to be. “Do you like it? Do you like feeling my hard dick on your tits?” increasing my pace as the tip of my dick rams against her neck and chin. My wife nods in approval as she extends her tongue further to get a taste of my love muscle. She continues to struggle against the handcuffs as my pace slowly subsides as I feel my own orgasm building. I slide down her body until our lips lock again as her tongue explorers my mouth. I lean down and against lick her breasts and tasting my own precum and oil. This went on for 45 minutes, full speed penetration and her grunting like it was the most intense orgasm ever. I was really impressed by hearing Lynn and Mr. Mystery Man fucking like bunnies for almost an hour. What happened next was amazing. After I started getting hard for the second time that evening (I had sprayed a creamy load of hot man-juice on the hotel’s beautiful emerald carpet) Lynn’s mystery man apparently changed position and starting fucking her so hard that she starting moaning. On that note, I think the board should approve buying an Apple LaserWriter, despite the cost. We want to be able to print high-quality documents, and in the long-run, it’s going to pay for itself.”“I’ll talk to Elyse and Joyce and get it on the agenda for the board meeting on the 19th,” Julia said. “Do you have any estimates on how long it will take?”“Penny?” Dave said, turning to her.“Steve and I did stuff like this together for the last year. I think at most two weeks. Dave knows more about.