"A pretty lady like you should get out more." Well, I might just do that, now that Sara is old enough to stay home by herself." My evening was beginni...g to crash.He leaned forward then and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Why don't we do something tomorrow then," he asked.Before she could respond, Mark spoke up, "You can't Dad, I have a soccer match tomorrow." That's right, I forgot," he replied.I was feeling a little relief until my wife said, "Well, we could come to the game couldn't we? Then. Zoa, with a single command, sent her couriers away into the air, and told the guard to lead the way, constantly keeping a hand on her box to let anyone watching believe it’s content to be of extreme value. In the outer foyer, Zoa was told to leave her bow and arrows. Coldly she eyed the guard, as if she were considering to refuse. ‘Well?’ asked the guard. ‘I’d rather not be unarmed while carrying this,’ said Zoa, tapping her glass-box. The guard turned his eyes to the box, with a quizzical look. Brenda knew more than I did, even though we were the same age. She turned herself around so that my cock was hovering above her face as I looked at her pussy. She opened up her legs to give me a better look. I looked at it, I smelled it, and then I opened up her outer lips and tasted of it…just like she had tasted of me. The next thing I knew my cock was back in her mouth. I accidentally found her clit and I knew immediately that that was her cum button. I barely hit it when she lifted her ass. "All right. Show me where the bedroom is."She followed him into a large room that had several pieces of furniture made from marble. There was a coffee table with a marble top and heavy iron legs. She decided that she would bend him over that table and tie his hands to the front legs, his knees to the rear legs. Then she would whip him and suck him and screw him and enjoy herself with him.She sat on the edge of a king sized bed and she gave him a stern look as she reminded him that he had been.