As I approached the center of the district, they became damn gorgeous, beautiful enough to be models. I had read that most of the ladies there were no... Dutch, and, indeed, some were obviously of distant nationalities, mainly Indians with their tawny skin and beautiful nipples. I passed around the area several times, mentally marking my choices for the evening’s delight. I didn’t really have a particular appearance I was looking for, in fact, of all the ladies I visited it seems that they were. I looked too short and put me back to bed and waited for my wife reappears. After a few minutes my wife came back into the bedroom and lay down quietly again. Anne snuggled up to me and I pretended to wake up.I could smell her horniness before I touched it. She kissed me passionately and drove down to my cock, which was already semi-rigid. She stroked my shaft standing after a short time. I went the image of my Anne in the living room through the head.My hand moved to the body of my wife down. He was in pretty good shape, probably from the gardening, and he biked everywhere. He didn’t own a car. When he wasn’t working in the garden, he'd sit on a canvas folding chair in front of the carriage house and write on a thick tablet or his laptop. Every once in a while he would look up at us, but mostly he didn’t pay much attention to me and I didn’t pay much attention to him either. To me, he was just an older guy renting our carriage house and we hardly spoke. Sometimes, late at night. Together they walked to the elevator, and then out to his car. He led her to a black Cadillac. It was sleek and new, not at all what she had pictured him driving. This was a completely different Gabe than she had met a year ago. Tonight he seemed… sophisticated. A GPS was mounted on the dashboard and clearly outlined the path to Crystale. Boy was he resourceful. She was a little tense. She was on a date with Gabe, a real date. This time she wasn’t just tagging along with him and Morgan. She.