Damn! I had to stop. My jeans were becoming uncomfortable.To distract myself, I stopped caulking the windows and turned to the television for a decent...documentary.Mid way through learning about how Lucky Luciano - considered the father of organized crime - had brought a business approach to the Cosa Nostra, creating the first commission of Dons, a skill I quite admired, the phone rang.“You’re late,” I said as soon as I answered it.“Mr. Hicks?” a calm, youngish voice asked.“Yes. Who’s this?”“I’m. My wife then gave me the look that signaled I could leave, so I headed to the lobby. Just before closing the door behind me, however, I caught a glimpse of my wife pulling his cock out of his pants and tracing her tongue around the tip. I waited in the lobby, playing games on my phone and reading the news, for the next hour or so. When I saw my wife come off the elevator, she looked like she had been fucked hard. Her hair was messy and she was walking slower than usual, but the look on her face. He had told her before about his opinion of her ‘sexy feet’ which always got a reply of ‘eww, feet are gross’ and a laugh. They leaned back into the couch. She curled her feet under her and rested her head on his shoulder. His arm fell easily around her. He said nothing. He could tell she didn’t want to talk. He was happy to just sit in silence and enjoy the fact that she felt comfortable and safe in his arms. After a time he could tell she had dozed off, but only for a few minutes. When she. Early morning, the next day'."(Sitting up, suddenly awakening)"Michael: What's that? Did I hear a noise? Something rattling! Aaaaugh! Something bit me!"(He jumps up seizing the back of his left arm with his right hand)"Michael: Oh God ... I can't reach it. Amy, help me!"(She throws off her blankets in haste and hurry's out of the tent)"Amy: What is it? Michael, what's the problem?"(She sees the snake and guesses quickly from his cry that he's been bitten)"Amy: A rattlesnake! Keep still Michael.