"Oh also he left you that letter on the table."I waited till she left and I grabbed the letter with shaky hands and tears in my eyes. I read the lette... and started to cry. I dropped it on the table and raced to the bathroom, where I threw up in the toilet. I washed my face and rinsed my mouth. I went back into the kitchen and reread the letter. I took the letter to bed with me and cried myself to sleep.Sunday morning I was sick. I am feverish, my throat is sore, I ached all over. My sinus's. ‘Er, James …’ Fran began nervously, but I held up a hand to silence her. I crossed the room to an upright electric fan that stood in the corner. Gabriella, her brown eyes half-closed, looked at me from under her long eyelashes. ‘Here, let me,’ I said. I stood behind the fan, directed it at her, and turned it on at a moderate setting. I was testing a theory. I had decided that FUCK must work by causing me to give off some special scent, not noticeable at any conscious level but irresistible in. I realized that he must have climaxed while she was fucking him!The hood he was wearing had a zipper covering his mouth. The woman opened it and said something. Vic stuck his tongue out through the hole in the hood and knelt there staring up at her.She dropped her hand to her crotch and I saw her caressing herself though a slit that opened over her sex. She pointed there and Vic, my husband, crawled between her legs and nuzzled his hooded face into her pussy. She rubbed herself against him as. When Elias returned to the suite, he had a hard time opening the door. Valencia came over to let him in. The problem was that there was a wet towel and the base of the door. Durrell and Arron were already back. The two men and Valencia were sipping on some E&J. There were a couple of cans of beer on the cocktail table. The window was open and Arron was next to it smoking a joint.Each of them were taking turns with the blunt and exhaling through the window to keep the smell from seeping into the.