"Hi ... you must be Bobbie, I'm Astrid. Come in, come in ... make yourself at home." Astrid spoke with a faintly English accent. "I've set out the cof...ee and some cakes on the patio ... come, it's this way."They walked through an airy, spotless house and out through a glass-paned double wooden door onto a patio and a very well laid-out yard with shade trees, flower beds and a lawn that invited strolling. To one side was a reasonably sized, in-ground pool, but the yard was such that the pool. "Do you mind if I kiss your ear?" She hesitated, then shook her head. I sucked her ear lobe. Gently my hand went from her head to her shoulder, from her arm to her waist and circle around her thigh. She was already panting and shaking. " Are you ok?" I kissed at the back of her neck. She nodded with eyes closed like a little girl restrained herself. My hand went back and swept her inner thigh with my fingers. She was still trembling. My finger went up and down on the entrance with the last line. ..” I started. “Why did you come over and get me drunk?”“Two reasons. First, you were never going to open up and talk while you were sober. Don’t bother to contradict me. You weren’t. Second, I figured I could show you what real pain was like. Now you can’t dwell on the imagined hurt of Belle.”“Gee, thanks.”“Get in bed, Ari. You aren’t going to be fit for a few more hours. I’ll check on you tonight.”“Thank you, Nicki. You’re a real friend.”“There is one thing, though,” she said. “You know Paula. And I knew we had cum together. I contracted my vagina, milking my husband’s cock of every drop of his semen. I wanted it all in me.Without pulling out of me, Jim stood up lifting me with him and carried me, his erect penis still pulsing inside his wife, through the house to the hot tub on he back deck. We had to ‘disengage’ to climb into the hot tub; and although I wanted to feel him back inside me, once we got in the spa, Jim had lost enough of his erection to make re-entry no longer.