Average, average, yuck, owww…Average… very nice.” That was in response to the nicelooking blond that was walking right towards me.“Very, very ...ice,” I said to my self as I recognized mywife of 12 years. She had on a sparkling, long blackhalter dress that showed her shoulders and had a slitup to her mid thigh.The string of pearls I’d given her the day I proposedwere d****d around her neck. Her blond hair was tied ina tight bun on her head with small pearl studs in herears. Strappy heeled black. Now fluent in Italian, she landed a job as the weekend hostess at Nino’s, an upscale Italian eatery in the North End. The job enabled her to keep up on her Italian with the staff and patrons; it was more pleasure than work. She quickly became a popular figure with the mostly upscale diners, none more so than Franco and Irina Carini. The Carinis were an attractive, charming and well-off couple who always invited Sally and Nino to join them for an after-dinner drink at their table. Late diners,. She said sorry. I said why sorry Preeti and I took her hand and touched to my dick . Because I knew she was telling not to touch but internally her hand wants to touch that. Then I came over her and sleep over her and she didn’t opposed like earlier.I again smooched her lips and earlobe. Her breathe sounds her internal burning.Then I started to lick her tongue and now she became very excited. Both of my hand are busy in pumping her medium size boobs . She too held my rod very tightly in her. ............................................................................................................................... ?There must be some mistake,? Peter said.Yuri Andropov checked the papers again. ?There is no mistake comrade,? he said gruffly, ?these papers are not in order.?Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out some other documents. ?I think you will find that these papers *are* in order,? he said.Andropov opened the little packet of papers. There on the top were two.