Later, she took a clean towel and wiped down her tired but satisfied face, tying her hair into a ponytail, she washed the kitchen table. During breakf...st, every time she looked at him, she smiled. How she was so lucky to have him, she would never, could never understand. She knew he had had an Italian girl somewhere in his past, he let that slip once or twice in conversation with Elliot downstairs and he definitely knew about her troubled marriage but nothing about the bar. ‘Thank God,’ she. I thoroughly enjoyed the palpable sexual desire growing between the two of them. We all took a few moments to take in the scene of the glimmering lights letting the unspoken desire build. I slid my hand up the back of her shirt as I gave her a little lick on the neck. I whispered, "You are amazing and beautiful." The time was right to give Priscilla her space to explore, I excused myself and went to the bathroom which was very close by and shut the door, slightly. When she heard the door. I whimpered that I wanted all their potent seed shot way up into my fertile womb as far as they could.Then the moment finally came as my mind exploded into orgasmic fireworks as I felt the first hot jets of scalding cum spurting against my cervix. The spasms just seemed to go on and on without any sign of subsiding. Each one fucked me hard and fast. Each one shot all their sperm into my clutching depths. The intensity was just like I thought it would be. The ultimate thrill! Their cum was. “I’m sorry Tricia, but after what she did, she doesn’t get within ten feet of him again.”She nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think that she should talk to Matt any time soon,” she agreed.“She’s still a mess?” I asked delicately. I didn’t want to pry for information, but I also wanted to make sure that she was getting help and other than her problems with me, she was doing okay.“She called me after she left here last night. I’m not sure that you want her around ever at this point. She’s refusing to see.