I stopped making out with her and focused my full attention on her pussy. She must have just shaved because her blonde hair that was there the other d...y was missing. I finally lowered the thong bikini low enough that I could see her entire pussy. Samantha started to breathe a little bit harder and I looked up to see her nipples harden underneath her bathing suit. She started trying to resist again so I started kissing her neck slowly in the one place that I knew she liked and she let me proceed. ..”“No, that is too late now...Ohh, that must be my Taxi…He kissed her lips quickly, threw the keys to the handcuff and dropped them on the floor, well out of her reach, before he left the house. Geraldine was 34 that autumn. A tall, slender brunette with a university degree in Archaeology that she didn´t use, and too much time to kill. There was no k**s in the marriage and they had hired help for both house and garden. They had been married for almost 10 years, so, yes, they had been. I don't know why I bothered. All three of them knew what had happened last night and it was apparent by their actions that they approved. That took a big weight off my shoulders."I need to get shaved and changed. I'll be back in a couple of minutes," I said, hastily beating a retreat.When I returned, Rose had squeezed herself onto the sofa with the three of them. They had been talking in hushed tones and obviously keeping an eye out for me. They shut up as I walked into the living room."What. As the details become clearer, you see an older gentleman with short, dull blonde hair and thick dark eyebrows wearing a white lab coat over a red button up shirt with brown khakis and dark brown leather shoes. The man before you has a serious look in his eyes, but also has an encouraging smile. You can't help but think that your know who he is. His name isn't coming to mind, but you know for sure that you've met him (or at least seen him) before. Before you can ponder the man's identity.