I stood up in front of my wife, who still knelt on all fours on the big couch, jerked off four or five more times and splashed my juice all over her f...ce.We were all exhausted and happy now. My wife, who had visibly enjoyed being fucked by six old but experienced men, went into the house to take a shower. We men made a de-briefing at a glass of rosé. "We have to do that again!" was the clear tenor! "Your chocolate mouse doesn't just look good, she can also fuck great!" Hans-Gerd and Xavier said. ” She said softly; so softly I couldn’t tell if she was asking a question or telling me I could stay there. But, when she set the dishtowel on the edge of the sink and walked past me back to the card table, it seemed she was feeling more relaxed than before. She turned from her cleaning up, smiled and said, “That’s good.” I walked over and started to help - picking up cards that had been tossed in every direction, draping a crumpled sweater over the couch and wiping up a couple of bourbon. Intheir place were romantic movies, movie posters with hunky guys in thespotlight and cosplay crafting materials. Of course the apartment wasonly a stage. The real star of the show had yet to make an appearance,mostly since she was still drying up.Making a final pass to make sure everything was in place, the man dashedinto his bathroom. There, suspended and dangling over the bathtub was arubbery, flesh-colored object, bobbing slightly back and forth from thebreeze of him entering the room. It. My dream was to be a Journalist and maybe write a novel or two. I was 21 years old when I finished my first book. It was a Dungeons and Dragon tale that did surprisingly well. I write about less than perfect heroes, shattered dreams, broken promises and barely recognized lusts. Throw in a she-deviil and an innocent princess in mortal danger, and you've got a story that people seem to enjoy. The pay was not great but damn, I was an Author! I soon found work writing short stories, and articles.