"Please forgive me for what I have done," I begged. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind about filing for this separation?" I was desperate... "I'll do anything you ask if you will please forgive me," still begging."Dave, there is no way I will ever forget what you have done to me. If I even consider staying with you I will have to be sure of your fidelity. Plus you will have to suffer a far greater measure of humiliation that I have had to endure so far as your wife," she said."Thank. A grin spread across my face and I proceeded to suck and lick so slowly, cupping his balls in my hand and massaging them. His breathing grew labored and his hands tangled in my hair, encouraging me to be more firm, and I put a hand on his shaft, using it to extend the wet hole he was plunging into. His rhythm became more regular, and his hands were fumbling with my bra strap. I came up off of him, pushing myself up on his knees to kiss him. ‘Wow…’ he said, and I grinned. I stepped back from him. Quickly I felt a little cool liquid on the head of my cock. Uh oh. Iknew she had done what she suggested. Maybe on purpose."Oh dear, I seem to have accidentally put a little nail polish on yourcockhead, dear," Pamela told me. "It's called 'Cherry Red', byRevlon," she pointed out, always the stickler for details. "Well, Iguess there's only one thing to do now." Yes, wipe it off with a tissue before it dries, right?" I tried tohelpfully add, my voice muffled by her crotch on my. ”Still petting the cat, Guy asked, “How are you feeling this morning?”“I expected to feel worse than I do. I’m glad you had me drink all that water,” Selena said.“Dehydration makes a hangover even worse,” he said. “We’d feel a lot better if we had a little hair of the dog that bit us.”Selena said, “You seem to know a lot about dealing with hangovers. Have them often?”“Not really. I don’t really approve of drinking all that much. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve tied on a few in my time, but I don’t.