" He says and takes her bag. "My friend brought his car." He looks at her with large brown eyes and she melts. So much has happened since they last me.... Outside the air is warm and she tries to calm herself. She thought she would never get to come back to Casablanca. "Bella, get inside." He opens the car door and she climbs in back. His friend says hello. He is not the same guy who drove them around last time. They speak in Arabic and she looks out the window. The palm trees look lovely. She. "Brent?" What?" I groaned. I had nearly gotten to sleep that time."Sorry. I just... I wish... Never mind." She finished with a soft rustle of the sheets.It was later, after I finally felt the last shreds of consciousness floating away, that I thought I heard her voice again. I couldn't quite make it out, and by the time it was gone, I fell into a deep sleep.You know those dreams that you can't remember, but that leave you with a pleasant and joyful feeling? Those were the dreams that I woke. I finally got him to admit he was wanting to dress up in a nice sexy outfit and was wondering if i would like to too and come down for a little fun. I agreed and went into my closet and came out with a nice black lace bustier with straps, black stockings, panties and a pair of black, ankle strap high heels. Once I had them on, I put on a nice two piece skirt and blouse over my outfit and headed down to Walt's place. Being out in public even for a short distance got my juices going. As I knocked. Her female hormones and instincts took over. Raising her t-shirt, she guided his eager mouth to her nipple again and he fastened on it like a starving man. Her hand guided his to her other breast and the big fingers began caressing her sensitive flesh. He was SO strong yet gentle.Her own passions were rising rapidly. It had been three days since she fucked her husband. Bending over a little, her hand sought out his crotch as she thought, "I'll bet I find something big down there"If the bulge.