She laughs with her whole body. Chitchat tappers off and we sort of end up in a mildly uncomfortable lull in conversation. I take the opportunity to g...ve her the out of going home which she somewhat reluctantly agrees to it seems. True to the information package there were no sexual favors implied or given on this date. Well .. maybe a few implications of fondling at least. I walk her to her door. My hands holding her shoulders through her Sable with her hands stroking through my mink at the. Are you close?”“I can barely hold it back” he answered.“You can’t see, but I have the head of your cock pointed directly at your mouth. It’s glistening with my saliva, throbbing, almost ready to erupt thick ropes of warm, wet, fresh, salty sperm”The countdown began from ten. There was no going back now. She would have to time it perfectly. She stroked him very slowly. His cock was a sloppy mess. He couldn’t believe what was happening. In their conjugal bedroom, on their conjugal bed, a naked. I feel so swollen and warm, waiting for a cock to slide into me. You slide me backward until my feet are on the floor and I'm bending over the edge of the bed with his dick in my moth. You feel the warm wet softness as you put your dick in me. You watch him slide in and out of my mouth as you slide in and out of me. I moan hard. You feel so amazing, I feel so turned on. You feel me start to tremble as you pound me over and over again. Our guest gets up on his knees on the bed and countinues to. It was my voice!I listened to my conversation with the 911 operator which ended with "Hurry! We're in trouble!"Martin said, "We're in trouble." Someone was with her but that's not me." It sure sounds like you." It's not." Are you sure?" Yes." Couldn't she understand that it wasn't me?Martin uncovered some other papers on the table that were underneath her notepad.She said, "We obtained a copy of your cellphone records. You made a call to 911 at the exact same time as this 911 call. Strange.