I looked down and seen that Jazz had joined me in the shower. She had my growing cock in her hand, slowly pulling, smiling up from her knees."What are...you doing, baby girl?" I asked, a sly smile crossing my face."Just making sure your all clean, daddy."And with that, she took my now extremely hard dick in her mouth all the way, gently scraping her trimmed nails under my balls. I felt my head tapping the back of her throat. I wrap her hair around my hand, guiding her mouth on and off of my. They might have hoped to have sex with me if I was naked and waiting on them all weekend, but to know Pietro’s wife would definitely fuck them if I was wagered, upped the ante for all of them, married or not. “Come on, Pietro, are you confident Juventus is going to win or not,” Matteo said. “I say, if you’re so positive they’re going to win, you must bet a weekend with your wife, against 4000 euros.”“Pietro,” I warned. “Don’t be a pig. I’m your wife. You want me to be the mother of your. The initial order would be placed after we returned and got size requirements from all of the existing staff and from then on we would simply re-order new items as required. Pleased with the deal Maggie had negotiated for the supply contract we stopped off at the White Star Tavern in Southampton’s Oxford Street for an excellent lunch and then drove back breaking the journey at a couple of the local garden centres to have a look at the competition. We got back around four o’clock and found that. “Are you alright Ruchi?” asked Rahul.“Of course I am silly and you were just fine … just fine,” added Ruchi. Taking her finger Ruchi wiped off a little drop of cum from her chin. Leaning up to give Rahul a kiss, both were stunned to hear a car pull into the driveway followed by the slamming of a car door.In a flash Ruchi grabbed both her shirt and bra and was up the steps. Rahul could hear the thumping of her feet in the hallway and the slamming of the bathroom door. Meanwhile Rahul wrestled.