“No, I’m driving,” he replied. “But maybe next time,” he concluded, in a friendly fashion.“I’m Francis,” I said, embarrassingly introd...cing myself.“I’m Jarrod,” he replied.“Is that with one or two R’s?” I enquired.“Two… why do you ask?” he questioned.“Oh, it’s just a hobby I have. I write stories and am always on the lookout for different names to use,” I answered.“What do you write?” he asked.“Oh, just short stories. I am not a professional writer and it’s just a hobby,” I replied, shrugging. “Please join me. We’ll want to have a few drinks before the show begins.”As Agnes scooted into the booth and slid around until she was near the King, I noticed that as she moved she somehow managed to pull her skirt up until her sex was almost visible.Shortly a bottle of vodka appeared with a bucket of ice and glasses. “I hope you’ll enjoy a local favorite,” the King said to Agnes as he filled her glass.After thirty minutes of drinking and small talk, the lights on the stage came on. It. There is no way to keep all of that inside me before I get home.”She must have seen how shocked I looked as she continued. “Yes, I informed Moses that, if he wants to stay married to me, he’d better be prepared to clean me good when I come home.”Then she was on her way, and I was left sitting on that wet and stained sofa, naked. I couldn’t help wondering what had happened to my principles and morals during this mission - especially as I couldn’t really feel bad about what we had just done.The. Leaning over a bit I allowed my tongue to seek out her rubbery red nipple which was already rigidly extended and goose bumps of excitement popped up as I slowly started to nibble and suck on it. One of her hands meanwhile was between my thighs massaging my usually too full balls gently. Polly had the wettest pussy I remember since the early days of dating her sister. It seemed that marriage had cooled my wife off somewhat although she still enjoyed a thorough fucking as much as the next girl.