We will introduce her around." The low, resonant voice belongs one of the two men, the rolling r's of his speech, the cadence, magnificently French. G...ancing behind her, she takes in the aesthetic features framed by dark hair, high, prominent cheekbones, cold blue eyes, thin, sensual lips, the lithe, tense body. "Whom are you here to meet, Miss?" Jacques questions, ignoring the darkly handsome gentleman. " Ruan...Ruan Morgan. Although I don t suppose you know him, or where I might find him?". After riding him for a few minutes, she began to moan that she was going to cum! After a few more strokes, she started cumming all over his big prick! After she calmed down, he picked her up, carried her over to the bed, and laid her on her back. Then he started fucking her missionary style while her feet were over his shoulders. He began to fuck her deeply and really hard, and my wife started screaming, "I'm going to cum again!" He grabbed her by the ankles, and began sucking her toes, and. Finally, I sat in the grass. I had to talk to myself aloud. I chanted, "Take it easy. Take it easy, goddammit. Take it easy."Once rested, I got to my feet and kept up a moderate pace on my way out of the park. Nearing Martha's street again, I felt the uplifting effect of the controlled run kicking in; I was still anxious, but now I felt like doing something more constructive about it. By the time I returned to Martha's I recovered, at least physically, but I dripped sweat. Martha stood by the. Her boss was out of town and she was running a fairly important meeting in his absence. "Good luck today honey, I know you will do a great job," I said in a cheery tone."Please John; it hurts to even look at your lying face, don't ask me to speak to you as well. We need some time apart to figure out where we go from here. I'd really appreciate it if you were not here when I get home tonight," my wife said in a tired, bitter voice that was too old for her 21 years. She then got her purse and.