"Pretty much," he replied. He took a drink, and then continued on, "From what I can tell, he left money for me to make sure that the cattle would be t...ken care of." That's right, Charlie. Now finish that horrible soda." Weena patted his hand; Charlie again picked up the bottle and downed half of it."Tastes awful." It's supposed to. It's mostly sweet fizzy water. But the sugar is good for you. I'm sure you've had a good shakeup. So, rest here for a few minutes and Gordy and I can try to help you. She rides his thigh and clothed cock as fast as he could move her. he takes one hand to her clit rubbing it from outside her young girl white cotton panties, stroking his cock up and down her ass crack through his shorts. moving his fingers back and forth, up and down her clit faster and faster, he felt her body tense up tight, her back arched and she took a deep breath ... holding it.. long hair d****d over his face from behind, her hot wet cum shoots right through her all over her panties. he. I could see her bending in front of me with that sexy blue thong on, backing onto my lap and slowly rocking back and forth, giving me one hell of a lap dance. I heard a knock on the door and it was Fiamma. The thought of her outside the door pushed me over the edge and I blew my load all over the sink, hitting the floor and shower curtain. She was telling me that my wife wanted her to check up on me to see if anything was wrong. I cleaned up, and though I think she sensed a little worry and. These were loose ends she should have tied up somehow. Her third error was assuming I still trusted her and would stay home like a good little boy while she was out whoring around. Her fourth was thinking I would put up with a cheating slut of a wife.I smashed my fist down on the coffee table beside me, making the lamp dance around on its base for a long moment. Sherrie was in the shower; she didn't hear a thing. I massaged my hand and wrist, seething inside as I contemplated my wife's betrayal.