Face down, her sveltenakedness writhed on the sumptuous softness of the delicate mink, fulltitties, hard nippled and sensitive to the tactile caress o... the fur.Hard and throbbing penis sliding through the thick pile. She groaned androlled over and the first signs of an approaching orgasm showed in theweeping ooze of a pre-orgasmic state. She arched her back, hands slidingup slim flanks and soft skin of abdomen to cup and caress thoseincongruous titties to finally tease, with long fingernails,. The movement of my hand, the dismissive gesture, a mental push- that's all it takes to be left alone. Where is he? Sliding hands over my silk clad body, I wiggle like a snakeshedding skin. The urge and heat is rising ? where is he? Iglance towards the empty spot, scanning around almost in panic! Where?! Frozenfor a moment in mid movement, my hands entwined above my head, place closingin on me, focus lost ? I feel rush of energy crawling on my back, thick darkness enters my field ofvision,. My wife had three days to prepare and wait for her "date" with Michael. That is all that I would learn about the events and preparation for their future encounter. I sat in my hotel room anxious beyond description. I was truly powerless. I could do nothing to help my wife through this mess that my own selfishness had created. She was justifiably furious with me – and very hurt by my thoughtlessness and actions. I knew that there was nothing that I could say or do to make the situation better.. We eventually found the car park. Dad pulled into a parking spot, heand I pulled out the luggage while Mum went to book the car in. Yes,there might have been clothes for a fortnight but since they were mostlyshorts and t-shirts, we only had two suitcases. Mum came back with two men. The first would go and park the car inthe secure parking area. The second was the courtesy bus driver. Sinceit was only half five we were the only passengers. Our plane wasn't fora long time but my parents wanted.