I had about 30 minutes to wait before my laundry was done. What if he goes to the laundry room the same time I do again I thought to myself. I can't b...ow it again. I played the whole situation in my mind over and over. I decided that when I go back to get my laundry, if he came in I would make a move back. The 30 minutes passed and I nervously walked back down to the laundry room. He wasn't there. I took my time to get my clothes to see if maybe he heard me and would come back. Still nothing. I. We celebrated Christmas and all that but it usually ended badly, when I went to bed.The day after Christmas I began to think about moving money to the bank. I wanted to buy a house. I had no idea what kind of house or where it might be I just wanted to own something.I had Swamp Things payment for the Miami affair. I kept it in a different place, away from the liquor money. I did not know whether they intended to report it or not. I wasn't sure that they wanted records of any part of that. I grit my teeth and grunted with each stroke through my wife’s cumming snatch. My balls boiled. They were so close to exploding. My hips fucked my wife hard. I couldn’t stop now. Nothing would prevent me from finishing.“Cream the slut,” Aoifa hissed, ripping my lips from her nipple.“Yes,” I growled. “Gewin’s mighty cock, yes. You want my cum, don’t you, Fiona?”“I do, husband, and then Aoifa can lick me clean. She loves cum. She’s such a whore.”“Such a whore,” groaned Aoifa, her eyes fluttering.. After rummaging through the kitchen drawer, she found it and smiled triumphantly. She punched the seven digits with trembling fingers. The phone rang five times, then six. Maybe she should hang up... this was crazy! But just as she was about to disconnect, she heard Blake's sleepy voice. "Hello?"She paused, uncertain. "Hello?" Blake asked again.Meg cleared her throat nervously. "Blake... it's Meg." Meg! How are you? Um, is anything wrong?" No. I'm... I'm sorry I'm calling so late. It's just.