I don't think he told her that he was a carpet python. When they left, I called the Evanses and then Charlie and Maddy, reporting in. After dinner, We...na said she was going to resign "tomorrow" -- Monday. She was taking Patrick with her, so she'd have a visible reason not to hang about."Can we afford it?" I asked."Yes. We've gone over that before." True. But you're also talking about a new house." We can manage it; don't fret so. Do you have any idea how much we've got?" No. And don't tell me.. Marcus’s eyes moved down to Naomi’s breasts. She felt her nipples crinkle from focus of his gaze. “Put your hands behind your head.” She followed his command. Her breasts were pushed up by the corselet but with her hands behind her head, she felt them more on display. Marcus clearly loved her breasts. His reached across the table with his hand and his calloused fingers flicked her erect and throbbing nipples, first one, then the other. A moan escaped from deep in her throat. He watched as her. My tongue worked more on her clit. The climax built up like a tidal wave and crashed all over her body at once. Her nipples stood up like little soldiers. Her clit was erect and out of its hood as I sucked on it. Her juices started running out of her pussy, down my fingers and over my hand. Her vagina was throbbing with its own rhythm. The sides of her pussy were squeezing my fingers until I thought they might break. She arched her back and let the spasms wash over her. She was moaning. 1, this tale has many possible classifications. Although there is no actual sex in this, I kept this in Loving Wives, since it’s directly connected to Pt. 1, which was an LW story.A last bit: Always be good hosts. A little manners goes a long way.Epilogue (10 Years after the conclusion of Part 1)Now empty nesters, Ken Foley sat at the dinner table as his wife Kris cleared the evening’s dishes when the doorbell rang.“I’ll get it,” he said, rising from his seat with a spring in his step. “I asked.