The sexy wife received her packet as she glanced at the square box on a map. Her stomach turned as she saw it was near where she dropped the vagrant o...f at the convenience store after she had sucked his thick prick. It was just a bit more north towards the Heart of America Bridge that crossed the Missouri River. It was run down and she knew she would most likely complete her goal of speaking with 20 individuals and families without a problem. Usually the organization assigned two volunteers. ” I said with a sigh, pulling her close to me, kissing the top of her head. She buried her face in my chest and cried softly. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do. I need some time. I’m so sorry,” she murmured, clenching my jacket in her fists. “It’s ok baby. It’s ok.” I said. For the rest of the time we sat in silence, her face hiding in my jacket, my arm around her. When the metro slowed down for her stop, she looked up at me. I felt a sting in my heart at the sight of her tears-covered. She could almost taste the ocean in him: a blue hint of translucent water which shimmered liquid and flowing. He tasted like sky and earth and rain intermingled to produce an unusual peppering of Tabari Utamu, an unearthly beautiful flavour which she relished. Though it was a romantic gesture from him, there was no real romance in the act itself. He moved up against her, pressuring her leg and then her thigh with his massive body and his prick. He lifted her leg up over his shoulder,. And remember: cum shower.” Click. Cum shower? I thought about Googling it but I felt embarrassed. I knew what a shower was, that part was obvious. And I knew what cum was, thanks to another conversation with Steve when I ran into him at the Synagogue. But, how did they relate? I wanted to make my date with Angela really special. So I had to figure out what a cum shower was before I called to book her. Is that what hiring a prostitute is called? I went into my bathroom and looked at my shower.