John let go of my legsand moved over to my wife and started to finger her pussy. “Looks, like you’ve alreadygot that pussy ready for this...black throbbing muscle. Tonight you’re getting the fuck ofyour life.” She just groaned; “yeah, shove that cock into me, fill that white snatch of mine withyour black throbbing cock, I want to feel it’s enraged head rubbing tight on my clit, I wantto get gang-banged all night.” She was instantly hot and lusting. We were now kissing with the passion of a married couple and I was going absolutely nuts. Our tongues were now darting in each other’s mouths and our hands were groping all over, on each other’s backs, hair, chest, stomach, legs, and even in between our legs. We started to take hold of the hem of each other’s shirts when we heard the front door slamming shut followed by Mrs. Yamamoto saying something in Japanese which I’m guessing meant “I’m home,” and we pried ourselves out from the long,. Betty had never done that before Karen took over. Betty would usually just laugh it off as something guys do now and then and to think of it as flattery. Betty would also let the girls be rude and yell at the customers if they felt like it as well.“I have some ideas about that, and that is one of the things I plan to address when we go shopping today,” Karen smiled calmly. She would tell the girls in her own good time what plans she had made. Betty would make them wait in anticipation of what. I don’t think he recognized me but who is he, anyway?I’m flying first class to Croatia, cost be damned. I sat in the first class passenger lounge watching out the window for any sign he was near. I didn’t see him anywhere but I’ll feel a lot better when I get on the plane to Paris. I bought a SIM at Duty Free and called Cinnamon who was more than happy to hear from me.“Sugar, where are you?” she exclaimed when I got through.“Mexico City,” I answered. “What’s up?”“When do I get to go jet-setting.