...Thoughts...or thoughts? Just pictures in my head....my wife, prude and classy.....what would her partners in the lawfirm have thought? Her friends?...Our secret, I already hoped for more now....and later with others...Beebeep. A picture, on her knees, back against the camera, two men, still in suits, her two hands gripping two dicks, her beautifil long dark hair almost all the way down to her butt. Still with bra, gartner belt and stockings.Beebeep. A zoom, film, a dick with precum, her tounge. Her eyes settled on his face, almost angelic in its compassion and wisdom.Michael stared back, lost in Nichole's beauty. She propped herself up on her elbows and pushed herself back on the bed, resting against his pillows. Her hand was extended. Inviting.With a quickness bourne of lust and desire, Michael lunged at her and she pulled him close, their naked forms melting together. Nichole kissed him deeply, her tongue wrapping around his. Her hands brushed against his back before settling on his. We just stood there and watched them go and it didn't take them long to get out of sight. When they were gone, I quickly cleaned off my sword and then put it back into my scabbard. When I was done, I approached the bus."Hello," I shouted out in English. "Are you okay in there?"The answer to my question was the flinging open of the emergency door at the back of the bus and the sudden appearance of a tall, blonde, athletic looking woman who appeared to be in her late twenties. She was wearing a. So one day I was just hanging out with my friend roger. we only lived a few hundred feet from each other and we were often together just having fun. So one day Roger asked me if I wanted to spend the night with him. I said ok because it sounded like a fun thing to do. Little did I know how it would turn out...So we get to Roger's house and are in his room laughing and just chilling. Seems that we did that for a big part of the night but finally went to bed quiet late. Tired and not even having.