"You can sleep on the plane," Todd promised."Ugh," was her response as she rolled on to her back slapping her hands down beside her. Without any prete...t of modesty, she gave Cara a quick peck on her cheek then crawled out of bed, staggering a little as she tried to stand on her own. "Do I have time for a quick shower so I can wake up too?" she asked.Todd smiled and said he'd have coffee waiting for her when she was done.As Ami shuffled off to the bathroom, Todd gathered some clothes, got. “Who is Marguerite?”“She’s the Chef,” Betsy answered.“You have your own Chef?” Carl asked thinking these people must be rich to have their own Chef.All of a sudden he was feeling even more uncomfortable about imposing on these people like this. He really wanted to get back to his apartment.Carl was raised in a middle class neighborhood. Being the school nerd had meant that he had gotten a lot of grief from athletes in high school, but he had just done his own thing and made his way through the. May I first point out that for as long as I can remember I have wanted to watch ether my now wife or ex girlfriends fuck someone else . I had been trying and encouraging my wife to engage in my fantasy in the hope she would fuck some guy . she did for a while go along with the whole idea in bed but then got very board with it I still kept wishing thing would change . June 2014 was the turning point for us we met this black guy by pure chance at the complex we were staying at we talked and. We head to a local bar, I grab her some booze, and out we go. She starts by grinding on my hips teasingly. Small circles. Her hands on my hips and her hair in my face. While on the dance floor she says that she has to use the restroom, she leaves and as I attempt to get off the dance floor and move past a girl, I end up rubbing up against her ass. I apologize and try to move past her, but instead she pushes her ass into me more, turns around, sizes my 6’4” body, dirty blonde hair spiky messy.