"Get away from that... that man! Come on. They brought our limo out front so we can get out of this madhouse." I'm coming!" she yelled back at him. Sh... turned back to Jake. "I'll see you here next year?" You bet," he told her. "We'll get rejected together again. It'll be fun."She smiled and turned away."Hey," Jake called after her. She turned. "What does 'cabron' mean anyway?" It has many different meanings," she said, "none of them polite. I believe that Miguel was using the one that tells. She felt so good in my arms, though not like my present squeezes, but it was a familiar feeling. As it was, I think we both detected, in each other, the trouble we were feeling at the time."Penny for your thoughts," she whispered into my ear as her hands moved delicately up and down my back, her fingers softly feeling the scar tissue left over from our last mission."That obvious huh?" I asked wryly. When she nodded, "I was thinking of the past Honey, and how different things would be today if. Both Renee and I admired her body as she did.Kate is one of the few women I've ever dated who looked as good out of clothes as she did in them. Most women--most people, for that matter--have little imperfections that clothing hides. I certainly had more than my fair share. Kate had them as well, but on her, they enhanced the total effect. She looked stunning, whether she was standing au naturel or in a slinky cocktail dress.Judging by Renee's body language, she agreed with me. I grinned to. With my wife's head and face locked between his thighs, giving her a face full of cock. David held her firmly while my wife was putting up a struggle but to no avail. Chris smiled at me and then reached down to the waistband of my wife's shorts as he pulled them off of her in one motion. My wife was now naked with her pussy and ass fully immobilized from David's hold on her. It was a turn-on to watch as her legs flailed around trying to get free. The position my wife was being held in kept her.