Michael and I agreed to meet at the Museum of Fine Arts the next day. I arrived a little early to find a peaceful place to collect my thoughts and rea...y myself for the upcoming confrontation. Nervously I studied a few of the abstract paintings around me, deciding the bright colors and frenzied patterns were not helping my mood. I went in search of some soft and gentle paintings and found myself pondering the beautiful works of Margaret Mee. It wasn't long before I lost myself in the detailed. I was sucking her boobs because I love to hear girls moaning..She was moaning aaahhaaa yess baby aaahhaa yesss aahhaaa do it aaahaa yess yees harder baby aahhaa aahaaa fuck me yesssss baby yess fuck me like this aahaa aaaaa make me your bitch aaahaa aahaaa yes yessss later on I casually increased my speed now even. She started enjoying more aahaaaShe was so wild she started biting my shoulder and was moaning and abusive like dengu aaahhaaa yeesss fuck me like this daily from now onwards aahaaaa. Now here she was, in a private club, with a strange man she had only met a few hours ago, and she had had her first orgasm earlier, her pussy was still quivering from the excitement of that great fucking, and now she had to go over to her “date” for the evening and see if she could lend a hand, or mouth, or pussy or her tight asian ass to this marvelous good looking stranger in the black sedan that had so captivated her interest at the start of the race down the street. Right now she could see. Betsy agreed saying that she slept as sound as she had slept in a long time. Teasing her I quipped, "Well, I hope my husband didn't wear you completely out." Blushing slightly she replied with a sly giggle "Oh no, I think I can muster enough energy to get thru the day." Hal spoke up, "So, it's agreed that we all had a great time last evening, right?" Almost in unison we all declared our approval as Betsy brought breakfast to the table. We ate while enjoying each other's company and engaging in.