Saturday came quickly and Michal was headed back to WCDC. He had a brand new autographed cap for Gianni. However, he didn’t have anything for the ot...er two guys. He wanted to talk to Darren and let him know about the meeting with Clemmie. He could understand his fear. Maybe if he could talk to her, she’d let his family help her. When he walked into the center, he saw Clemmie waiting. Walking over to her, Michal greeted her. ‘Hey Clementine. How are you? I’m glad to see you today.’ He noticed. Andar gaya to woh baith ke TV dekh rahi thi. Uske pass baith ke use chidhane laga. Bola achha to tere yeh sadhe gale TV serials achhe hai, lekin woh mera saf sutra movie achha nahi. Woh kuchh nahi boli. To maine puchha kya khayegi raat ko? Woh boli mujhe parathe khane hai aur uske sath Punjabi subji & pizaa. Maine kaha me tera pati nahi hu jo order deti hai, chal khaan hai to sath me chal hotel me khayenge aur ghar laut ayenge. Warna bhukhe hi soyegi tu aaj. Sweety boli chalega, ghar me biscuit. Imagine him here. With his sweaty, hard body. His proud cock, swollen for you.” “Uh ...” My fingers moved faster, in and out, my thumb rubbing her clit just as I knew she liked it. “You want him inside you. Fucking you hard. Harder and harder until you scream ...” With that my wife gave out a series of yells and I felt her wetness flood into my hand as her body writhed with her orgasm. “You … You bastard …” she panted. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Wait here.” Retrieving some shorts. That one mystified Kim, and Tess had to explain that it was a "sort-of half-assed literary allusion."So, OK. I was pleased that we had, at least, weathered this new storm. Tess was more eager than ever to take her clothes off for a camera somewhere, but she had at least been sensible enough to decide, on her own, that it shouldn't be for the cameraman from Fresh Magazine.Dodged another bullet.As usual on the night before the opening round, Tess refrained from any significant erotic contacts.