. hold on," I said.Carl stopped sucking and looked up at me. "Is something wrong? Am I going too fast?" It's not that. It's just ..." I was a littl... embarrassed, searching for the words. "What your doing is great but I'm afraid I'm going to ... you know ... finish too soon."Carl chuckled, "I understand," and he stood up and pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He had a very hairy torso, with the hair mostly starting to go grey. Carl then slipped out of his pants and shucked off his. In their place, she was wearing a cupless corset of black leather; fingerless, black lace gloves that extended nearly to her elbow and a pair of shiny, thigh-high boots with four-inch heels.I’m sure I could not conceal the fountain of lust that was building inside me. My cock grew hard enough to cut diamonds just looking at her. Holy shit, this wanton slut – this was my wife?“Like it?” she purred. Her massive, unrestrained tits bobbed seductively as she strode over to the bed in her heels, her. Curiously, her switch moves a little bit to the happy side, but not far, before I see them both walking over to my car.Jumping out, I hold the car door open for Shanna. "Julia is going to come back to my place with us," she tells me, whispering in my ear. "I'm not giving you permission to be with her." The last part of the whisper is fierce, and I find that I’m now more confused than ever. What were these two Rogues talking about?The drive is not long, but made to seem longer by the silence in. It seems that Bill is still among the missing but that Cathy would enjoy joining us. I agreed and told him we would be over Wednesday if that was good for him; the date was set. I picked George up at 10 AM and we headed to John’s house. When we pulled into the drive John was just getting out of his car. He greeted us and ushered us into the house. He called out to Cathy that we were there and would be in the den. As we entered the den Cathy came out of the kitchen; she was wearing her French.