Lifting her at the shoulders I raised her and thenlowered to the leather couch behind her. She sank into the soft material raisingher short tight skir... above her lovely hips. Pantyless she was.I stretched open her thighs from arm rest to arm rest and devoured that wet,pink, delicious pussy. My large hands separated those outer lips and sucked indeep on her poking clit. Her juices flowing like a stream down between herdeliciously round bottoms. Gently and well lubed from her pussy I let afinger. How'd I get so lucky.I pulled into my property and parked under a huge maple tree.When I got inside the house, I heard jazz echoing off the high walls. Miles Davis' Kind of Blue. The music came from the kitchen. I found my wife, Karen, in there, surrounded by grocery bags, and stirring a pot. The place was a wreak."Karen?" I said."Oh. Hi, Steve," she said.She had on a blue dress with white, lacy trim. It complemented her chocolaty dark skin. She looked like a black Betty Crocker, or maybe it. “Bathroom,” I groaned. “Give me a mi...” And then whatever might have been left of anything I had eaten earlier in the day decided to make a return appearance.She gasped at the sound of the vomiting and hurried into the bathroom. “Oh, my God, are you okay?”“Migraine.” My voice slurred as I uttered the word.“Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need anything?”I made a waving motion toward the row of prescription bottles on the vanity. “Imitrex. Then bed. I’ll be okay once I sleep.”Lisa. Category three was a troublesome grouping because she had determined some negative vibes from the clients such as leanings toward BDSM or some other fetish-related obsession or they had some anti-social attitudes with regard to aggression or abuse. Surprisingly, there were about equal numbers of males and females in this category. Her initial reaction was to just disregard the clients in this group but her will to find mates for everyone no matter how broken they might be in spirit or attitude.