Dahman held the microphone to his mouth. "Stop wrestling. First round over. Total time for round and match, 16 seconds. One minute interval between ro...nds."Linda helped Rox up. Rox was covered in mud from the back, but there wasn't a drop of mud on her front. Linda had a little bit of mud on her legs, presumably from the splash Rox sent up when she landed."Linda, please toss Rox's dirty bra up on the deck, anywhere." Jim announced.I was amazed that Rox lost the first round so fast. She seemed. He could not believe that even as he ate out his wife’s asshole and pussy there was a stranger on the way over and that his number one fantasy was about to become a reality. Maria’s horny sighs were like music to his ears, he was determined to give this unselfish, broadminded woman as much pleasure as he possibly could. And even thought muff diving formed the mainstay of their raunchier lovemaking he never tired of it. As he had a pussy of his own he knew exactly where to licks, where to touch. We exchanged stories about the restaurant that she managed, and the projects that I'd been involved in, laughing together at people and things. We shared experiences about raising children, some hilarious and others not so at all. I quite literally lost track of the time. And I felt completely at ease, just enjoying the opportunity to be with a warm, articulate, and appealing woman who seemed to be enjoying herself as well. Somehow, she was no longer the "object of my desire". “And you seem to have information that Deb O’Dell’s husband means to attack me?”“I can pretty much guarantee it. From what I know, he is very much in love with Deb and would take your messing with his wife as a personal insult and would act to end your insult.”“And how do you know this, Mr... ?”“O’Dell. Mick O’Dell. And now you know how I would know this.”He looked at me and smiled before standing and looking down at me.“First, I’ve done nothing to your wife?”“Are you calling my wife a liar?”He.