Mandy needed something besides the patent leather dress shoes she had to wear all the time. They walked out with a pair of Nike running shoes, sandals... and even a pair of fashionable high heels.They went back out to the bike and Greg compacted everything down to where he could strap most of it onto the backrest or fit it into the compartment under the seat. This left one bag that Mandy had to hold. They rode back to the house with Mandy holding that bag like it was her most prized possession in. The problem was that because of budget cuts in our departments we had to share rooms with our co-workers. I couldn’t go to my room because my roommate would blab all over the office. Walt said we could go to his room because his buddy can sleep through a hurricane. I said are you sure? He said yes, this guy could sleep through anything. I said ok, but if he wakes up I’m leaving. Sure enough we went to Walt’s room and his buddy was sound asleep. Walt and I took each other’s cloths off. He. On the train I phoned Beth."Doing anything tomorrow night, or the weekend? I need some TLC." Thought you were seeing this old school friend? She let you down?" You could say that. Wasted trip to London. I could have done the contract business on conference call. Tell you tomorrow." I'll come to you."It was drier and brighter than it had been in the morning and warmer when I left the local train. I bought fish and chips on the way home, and ate them with a beer in the kitchen. Then a second. My sensual wife looked like a ragged doll between those black skinned men; she was having an orgasm and squirting with each stroke. She was no longer moaning or begging them on, she was just crying in tears, grunting and screaming in painful heat.Anita’s eyes looked unfocussed, except when one of these brutal niggers rammed into her hard; so, her eyes rolled up back her head.Her legs were shaking uncontrollably in the orgasms and just limply hanging in between. She hugged Alfred; but her arms.