Gabriella busied herself in the kitchen, making coffee and sandwiches for us to eat before we left. She sang a slow, soft song as she poured the water...in the coffee-maker and cut the bread, a sweet song that I had never heard before, but that somehow reminded me of my childhood days. I opened my mouth to ask her about the song, but it looked like she was caught up in memories, so I walked away to give her some space. After washing my face and shaking my head at my lake-soaked hair in the. After a while I heard the shower stop and Parveen getting out of it. She came out of the shower only wrapped in a towel. I looked up and was surprised. She looked good, and smelt amazing. She told me that he had forgotten her clothes and needed to get them from the wardrobe. Thank god I was sitting down because I started getting hard. She was digging around her wardrobe for a while, eventually using two hands to find what she wanted. Thats when her towel fell and i got a view of her back fully. . Ana protested again. He said that her wet cunt was now worn out and loose like a street hooker. Anita finally sobbed, saying she was his whore… So he smiled and pulled out, making her to roll over.My slutty wife reached back to spread her ass cheeks open. She pleaded with him again; begging my friend to not fuck her in the ass; but at same time, she was holding her crack open for him.Reuben took some pussy juice from Ana’s cunt and he smeared it around her tiny rosebud. My wife started to sob. I ordered my favorite meal. I had a shrimp cocktail, tossed salad, a medium rare steak, and two lobster tails finished off with a cherry cheesecake. Of course a bottle of wine washed it all down.On the way home I was pushed off at the wrong exit by an eighteen-wheeler and found myself in unknown territory. I came across a nice looking bar and decided to stop in for a drink. The place was quite something. The drinks were expensive but that kept out the rift raft. Mainly there were businessmen.