"Same as you, Pete, trying to relax for a weekend," Julia answered, smiling and extending her hand. "Sit down and join us." Sure thing, we'd love to,"...Pete said elated. "I'd like you to meet my friend Carlos. He handles my business here in Tijuana." How do you do, Carlos," Julia said and introduced Ann to them.From a distance both had looked rather nice, but up closer, Ann had her doubts. The one Julia called Pete, appeared a type likely to be in some illegal business. Carlos was too good. I was still calming the fuck out of her nerves an hour and a half later when my wife stuck her head in the room to remind us that people were supposed to be at the kick-off meeting. Wendy:"You did not have sex for ninety minutes!" Wendy insisted."It was very disappointing," I replied with a straight face."I bet it was!" she exploded angrily."Yeah," I said sadly. "Usually, I have better control, but I barely lasted an hour before she made me lose control. And then I had to make her give me a. She felt her face turn red and her stomach tighten -- she didn't even know which hole it had come out of and that made her want to retch. She pictured it -- herself leaning forward and spewing pints of cum instead of food -- and the picture was too much for her, she felt it coming up in the back of her throat and ran recklessly toward the bathroom, no time for caution now, she had to get to the bowl before she vomited all over the hallway. As she ran past the space between the back room and the. Even in a dead sleep the middle-aged man groaned in depraved pleasure perhaps dreaming of some bitch he had seen in a film or stretched out in some fashion magazine with her mouth slightly open.It was difficult to accept that this yielding shaft of flesh, this man-meat par excellence, was part of the friendly and passive Daddy Bill who tucked me in at night with pure thoughts in his distracted mind.Still, it was an opportunity not to be passed up and I slowly wrapped my lips around the thing.