Damn. She'd heard of bad hair days, this was the dozy of all time.She glanced at her watch. She had been officially off duty for three hours. She had ...issed lunch, missed dinner and the sun was getting low over the trees. She hadn't heard from Nick since she had left him hours ago. He had never called about the letter or what it said.She was upset, tired, hungry and cranky. She'd had about six hours of sleep this week and most of that had been at Nick's place on his lumpy couch. Michelle made. "Would you like some hot chocolate?" Uhhh..." I didn't know what I wanted. I just blinked at her."Maybe you'd better sit down," Mrs. Collins suggested. "You look like you've seen a ghost."Exactly! I was looking at a ghost. Why was Mrs. Collins sitting in our kitchen? What happened to never seeing those people again? My mom had been pissed. I took a seat, having little choice in the matter. I wanted to ask why she was there, but obviously, I couldn't do that. I couldn't say anything, really. I. ‘I was just showing Angela the point where a huge star landed in Terana in..ummm…1979.’ I looked at Angela she was looking up at him with admiration and a tiny smile. She held her glass close to her bosom and did not look at me. Carlos’ necktie was loose. He was tall, dark and handsome, definitely Italian. He probably fancied my wife. I knew she would fancy him. Who wouldn’t? I wanted to leave the party and Angela was drunk I could tell.‘I think the time has come to leave now.. She was fully enjoying, relishing in the pleasure to her full satisfaction.I held her by her waist and started to fuck her faster and harder. I kept feasting on her body like a hungry dog. Eating her boobs, sucking her boobs, licking her nipples, rolling my tongue on her nipples, piercing her pussy and squeezing her boobs hard in my hands. She moaned like mad.I thrust my dick deeper and deeper into her hot love hole in fast long strokes. Her mouth and eyes pooped out with my every thrust on her.