She poured out her sweet tan angel hands to me, waving, her sexy faint European smile glittering under the hot sun. I go home and fantasize about her,...my first ejaculation yet to come… I bathe in the cool waters under the bride, letting sweet nothing angels whisper in my head, guilt for the small fat black haired woman I feared to date in shameful self-image. Each day, I would stare on and on, into the heavens, waiting for that angel to come down. I aggressively, then tenderly, called for her. I don’t have a hair brush. When it is some what untangled I tie it up in a bun to look a bit older and confident. Then I wash my face.I peek out of the wash room and to my relief I find that the man is gone. Good. Now I just need to find a phone booth. Getting out of the station I find it’s still dark. After walking for ten minutes I find a phone booth. I get inside it. Now I need to call Rebecca. Hope I don’t trouble her much. But she was so concerned about me. Last time we met she told me. ...it was Phyllis, making the moaning sounds that came when she was aroused!Carefully, slowly, I peeked around the edge of the door.And there she was - backed up against the kitchen counter with a young man (obviously the delivery courier) mauling her breasts. Her hands were groping at his crotch, obviously trying to liberate his cock.I did the only thing I could do: I pulled out my stiffening tool and prepared to enjoy the spectacle.I have to admit, the young man had an impressive cock. Not. Also have a very beautiful wife as you can see. She's home alone a lot. Mostly just see and talk to her through video chat when I'm away at work. My queen is spoiled like I mean spoiled. I pay for absolutely everything she wants clothes,shoes,day at the beauty salon and spa,jewelry and all the vacations she wants. But yet she gets lonely with all my wealth and big mansion. Yet with with having all that she still goes to a planet fitness gym even though my mansion has a gym! We've talked about.