Not finding what she wanted, Trisha turned and asked what music we had to dance to; she wanted to dance for us. I grabbed the remote and turned the di...c changer to disc number five. The sounds of Boney James filled the air, if she was going to dance for me; I wanted the dance to be sensual and sultry. Trisha grabbed me and we began to sway to the music. Mesmerizing, she was that and more. Trisha slowly ran her hand down my back to my skirt. She fiddled with the zipper to my black, form fitting. "Mr. Moore, I'm very concerned about your heart. You told me you've been feeling tired lately and even nauseous at times. I strongly urge you to remain here until we can conduct some tests to determine the severity of your condition. It may turn out that coming to the hospital tonight saved your life!"Fuck! Butter my ass and call me a biscuit!" I groaned. "I'm one lucky bastard. Lucky that my accountant was fucking my wife. Lucky that I came home early and caught them. Lucky that one of them. "Well," Kirsten said, "are you just going to stand there or are you going to stick your cock in my mouth?"I unzipped as I stepped into the bath, then turned to face Kirsten, cock in hand. She lifted one of her own, grasped the shaft and then devoured the head, sucking hard. Nick was panting and groaning, getting faster and faster. I grabbed Kirsten's head and started to slide my cock in and out of her throat. I had to stop occasionally, pulling my cock out to let Kirsten breath and spit. Nick. " I repeated it's me, Tommy, "I've come to take you home with me." Hello Tommy," she said and walked round the car to the passenger side."You didn't come to see me." were the only words she spoke during the hour-long drive to my flat."They wouldn't let you have visitors mum," I said, but her eyes didn't even flicker. "Every time I came here, they said you'd been fighting again, and your visits were stopped as a punishment."She nodded as if in agreement, but remained silent."This is nice." she.