And intelligent, too, I imagine." Oh, thank you for being so kind, sir, but I'm just a plain housewife and probably don't deserve so much praise," Kat...y demurred, yet was secretly pleased that the handsome mature man had immediately discerned the very thing that she had been trying so hard to show Henry. It was rewarding to be flattered so generously and the conversation was going so easily that she could not resist the temptation to get directly to the point. "Most men don't think a mere wife. Can I tell you about it?"As soon as I agreed to hear her idea, she went somewhere for a few minutes before returning with a box filled with notebooks and larger boards made up of some pie charts I recognized, and some other visual aids I hadn't ever seen before.She was prepared, and I began to see at least part of the reason why she hadn't brought her idea to me any sooner. She had taken the time to put together some professional looking graphs and charts. This wasn't just a little idea she. How I miss my Somali goddess. Still, you can’t have a love story when it’s just one person in love. I love Yasmin, but I doubt that she loves me. If Yasmin did love me, she wouldn’t have done what she did. Twenty four hours ago, my world was shattered into a trillion pieces. We were hanging out at the Saint Laurent Mall, and were about to have supper together at our favorite Chinese restaurant, Manchu Wok, when Yasmin ran into some old high school buddies of hers. A pair of Somali chicks. He moves down to my panties and kisses me where I’m soaking. “Oh shit, you’ve been ready for a while. Let me get to work.” I gasp and giggle and he kisses me there again. And then pulls my panties down while smiling at my glistening pussy. First, he licks my clit fast, making me gasp. Then he inserts two fingers into my wanting cunt all the while still working my clit with his tongue. I’m rubbing my nipples at the same time. This feels magnificent. “You’re going to make me cum.” “Good.” Another.