Roger let her play with it. She did by licking the sides and picking up his ball sack giving them gentle kisses. Monica devoured his cock like a slut ...or the next several minutes. Roger was gentle with her allowing my wife to do what she pleased with him. Than he stood up. My wife was still on her knees as he placed one of his hands around the back of her head. He seemed to be guiding her head back and forth as she sucked on the massive looking head. I wasn’t sure but his cock looked to appear. "I said get into the shower with that cream on the little shelf and therazor." She had re-entered the bath and was standing only twenty inchesaway while I was seated. She looked down to my face, bent slightly andkissed me deeply. I reached for her bottom and held Ginger close."I want you to be my lover tonight and 'Charlie' is such cute name for agirlfriend. Get naked and start shaving my sweetie."She moved close and kissing me again as she pulled me to stand andreached to run the. She went on to say that my assistant was very attractive and told me that she would love to meet her. I took a piece of paper and scribbled down the motel and room number and told her to come over after work if she wanted to.When we got to the car, Marg asked, “What were you talking about with the lady.” “I was telling her that you wanted to screw her and she will be over later to take you up on it.”“Yea and elephants will fly.”“We’ll see. By the way, her name is Susan.”“How do you know. Sometimes he awoke, his side burning with overwhelming pain. It was as if the bear had just gutted him all over again. He wanted to grab his side, to roll into a ball, to cry out and curse and do something, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Those brief moments of consciousness began to slide through his fingers, ungraspable. He was distantly and distinctly terrified that the last moments before his death would go by without his notice. Then it would already be too late. Through it all was.